<?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-4176864910310657016</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:53:10.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants and Raves...But Mostly Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>A few of the thoughts and ideas and events of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5367842450725500009</id><published>2010-03-31T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:12:33.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmmm......</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking about all the crazy stuff that I hear in a day...and the weird things that people tell me. (This was brought on by the constant chorus of the diarrhea song that I heard non stop this afternoon....)&lt;br /&gt;So here are my some favorites this week...&lt;br /&gt;*"Well, obviously stay away from the strippers and the alcohol" - this was particularly funny because it was by an old lady in Sunday School at Church, who was dead serious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*"You don't believe in Saints!?!?! They're real you know!" - When a kid found out I wasn't Catholic&lt;br /&gt;*"I know why you are trying to catch me! I know all about your time machine!" - overheard on the playground&lt;br /&gt;* "Why are you talking like a farm girl?!" - This was after I came home from a visit to Utah...apparently I picked up a bit of an accent (thanks Trudy)&lt;br /&gt;* " 'Which has the biggest volcano in the world a. Yellowstone b. Hawaii or a. China'.......'Ummmm, the bottom a'." - Conversation between two 9 year old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SO many more...maybe if I can remember more of them I will post again. If nothing else, my life is entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5367842450725500009?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5367842450725500009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5367842450725500009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5367842450725500009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5367842450725500009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmmm......'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6831831332584782626</id><published>2010-03-22T17:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:31:57.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Swinter!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost a year...and I can't believe that the last post I've had was about Transformers!!! When I realized that, I just had to rectify that situation! In case you were wondering, yes, I too found the Revenge of the Fallen incredibly disappointing. I'm still upset about it nearly a year later. I'll be honest, I couldn't even tell the difference between the good robots and the bad most of the time. During all of the action scenes I was inadvertently cheering for the wrong side...Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;So...in case you were wondering I am still alive. Nothing too new or exciting to report. I've been teaching 3rd grade for the last 8 or so months and am now looking forward to the home stretch. So far so good!&lt;br /&gt;I have been cursing Mark Ronchetti quite frequently. I don't know about where you're at but we've been experiencing ridiculous weather swings. Saturday I woke up to a solid 4 inches of snow and today was enjoying every minute of almost 70 degree weather. I'm hoping that this Swinter ridiculousness will quit already...let me clarify...I've been coming down with a bad case of Spring Fever!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured I would update...maybe I'll try to keep this up a little more! No promises...I do have commitment issues after all!&lt;br /&gt;Catcha later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6831831332584782626?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6831831332584782626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6831831332584782626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6831831332584782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6831831332584782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-swinter.html' title='It&apos;s Swinter!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3110831950501724159</id><published>2009-06-24T09:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:20:10.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday is a Special DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Transformers: The Revenge of the Fallen opens today!!!! Woo-hoo!!! I am more than just a little excited (if you couldn't tell). Unfortunately I will not be there to see it until this weekend (hopefully). Instead I will be kickin' it with the youth tonight - we will be attempting to play a life sized game of Life (the kids will be their game pieces and we will be drawing the game board in the parking lot with chalk). So wish us luck as we try to figure it out! I will let you know how it turns out!....and don't go spoilin' the movie for me if you see it first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3110831950501724159?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3110831950501724159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3110831950501724159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3110831950501724159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3110831950501724159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-is-special-day.html' title='Wednesday is a Special DAY!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5788938971229820601</id><published>2009-06-17T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:10:05.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captians Log - Vacation 2009</title><content type='html'>Today’s post is really just for my sake. I just got back from a super fun family vacation that I don’t want to forget so today’s blog is mostly going to be a journaling type day…feel free to read on but I thought I should warn you first!&lt;br /&gt;My brother, sister-in-law, sister and three nephews drove down from Utah on Thursday night. They left late and got to our house around 9 o’clock Friday morning. Needless to say the grown-ups were pretty wiped out from driving all night and the kiddies were significantly less so from sleeping most of the way. So I took to boys to town and had lunch and went to watch UP in 3D (My critique…it was pretty boring. Even the kids got bored, Night at the Museum 2 was way better) on the way home we stopped at Baskin Robbins for ice cream. Later that night we invited the missionaries over for dinner and had a bar-b-q. &lt;br /&gt;The following morning we got up and headed out to Hobbs. We decided to leave early enough so that we could have breakfast at McDonalds in Roswell and let the kids play in the spaceship play area. Once in Hobbs we went to lunch at Big Cheese Pizza (my fave!) and did a little shopping with my sisters. (It’s totally a good thing we don’t all live by each other, everything we picked up was ‘Oooh, that is SO cute. You should totally get it!’ We all decided that if we all lived near each other we would be completely broke ALL of the time!) Later that night we all played a rousing game of trivial pursuit which of course my Dad totally killed us at (seriously, who knows Swedish tennis players…apparently my dad!). The rest of the night we played games and fired up the bar-b-q again. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was chill, we went to church (of course) and kicked back at my parents house the rest of the day doing a whole lot of nothing, I even got a nap out of it! &lt;br /&gt;Monday we headed to Carlsbad and hit the Caverns. For those of you who have never been I totally recommend it! It was a lot of fun hiking through the caves. I can’t let myself think too much about being that far underground (750 feet down – about the depth of a 7 story building) however, otherwise I totally freak out. Honestly, could you imagine an earthquake there?!? We also ate lunch at Furrs (Trudy’s fave) and had some tasty frito pies for dinner (which I almost never get to eat because I don’t make a pot of beans for myself!). &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we spent most of the day at the pool. They had slides and about a billion people (even though my mom kept saying how it wasn’t very busy). Our family friends the Smouses were there too and it was fun to play with all the kids. Especially with Nate who is a 3 year old who thinks he can do anything but who in reality doesn’t swim. That crazy kid even shouts “Cannonball” and throws himself into the pool! It was hilarious. I also sunburned my left ear…apparently I missed a spot during the slathering of the sunscreen. Afterward, the girls went to hobby lobby for some craft fun. The rest of the evening we watched movies and just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we were off to San Antonio! We drove and stopped a few times along the way and enjoyed the ride (at least in our car). Once in San Antonio we spent the rest of the day/night on the Riverwalk. It was really neat to see all the different shops and restaurants. We even took a boat ride tour which was really awesome. We ate at a Mexican restaurant which was pretty decent (it actually tasted really good since it was 10:00 at night by the time we finally got around to eating). &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our Sea World day! We were there from opening to almost closing in 106 degree weather with humidity well above that! It was HOT but it was wonderful! We got to feed the dolphins and go to the aquariums. We saw Shamu and the killer whale show ‘Believe’ as well as the dolphin/beluga whale show with the acrobats. The kids rode several rides and especially loved the Shamu ride. I even rode the Journey to Atlantis ride and was quickly reminded why I don’t ride the rides. Yes, I am still afraid of heights and I still don’t love roller coasters. There was so much to do that we didn’t even scratch the surface of the whole park. We didn’t do the water park because there just wasn’t enough time. Later that night we played in the hotel pool which was also very fun. &lt;br /&gt;Friday we hit the Alamo and all the historic type things. I know a lot of people find this stuff really boring, but I totally get into all that historic stuff! I was really neat to see, and it didn’t hurt that it was air conditioned. We sat outside and ate snow cones which was great (I had pineapple), except there was an old guy there who was shouting religion at us. It was a very interesting experience. After the Alamo we headed back to NM! We stopped in Odessa and had a great steak dinner at a little steakhouse. It was delicious! &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was the Primary Carnival that my mom was putting on. Bettie and I got stuck at the face painting booth which was kind of cool. After the carnival my brother and sister and their families headed out so they could make it back to Utah by Sunday evening. Bettie and I stayed another day and just kicked with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;We finally got home around 10 on Sunday night too tired to even unpack. &lt;br /&gt;Now I need a vacation from the vacation just to recoup! It was a great trip all around and I loved spending time with my whole family which hasn’t happened in well over a year! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks family, IT WAS GREAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5788938971229820601?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5788938971229820601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5788938971229820601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5788938971229820601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5788938971229820601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/06/captians-log-vacation-2009.html' title='Captians Log - Vacation 2009'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3363229631326629562</id><published>2009-05-26T15:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:49:05.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>So here are some random confessions that are pretty stupid but true:&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I play CSI with the scotch tape at work&lt;br /&gt;- I have a list of celebrities that I am secretly (and sometimes not so secretly) obsessed with, including a top 5 hottest&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm driving by myself sometimes I try to make a loud siren noise (this mostly consists of me screaming at the top of my lungs)&lt;br /&gt;- I laugh at my own jokes more than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;- I know every word to Ice Ice Baby and am pretty proud (and secretly happy) when it comes on and I sing along&lt;br /&gt;- I have worn a bodysuit and done a version of Beyonce's Single Lady dance (only in my own home without an audience, of course)&lt;br /&gt;- I am not superstitious but still do superstitious things...you know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;- I will make up elaborate stories if I know someone is eavesdropping on my conversation in a restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;- I eavesdrop on other people's conversations in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Ice Baby isn't the only 90's song that I know and am proud to sing&lt;br /&gt;- I sometimes draw fake beauty marks on my face with eyeliner, but I usually can't stop at one and before I know it I've drawn a constellation on my face...and then I connect the dots... &lt;br /&gt;- I waste a lot of eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I act dumb so that I don't have to do something or explain something.&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I act deaf for the same above mentioned reason.&lt;br /&gt;- I sometimes ignore people I know in the store just because I don't want to talk to them (or have to explain the weird eyeliner marks all over my face)&lt;br /&gt;- I will wave my arms around a room every so often, just in case my magic powers have kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of getting carried away here but I thought these are just some of the weird things I needed to get off my chest. Do you have any confessions you want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3363229631326629562?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3363229631326629562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3363229631326629562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3363229631326629562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3363229631326629562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/05/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5644156082136566800</id><published>2009-05-19T16:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:21:20.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in.</title><content type='html'>I think that the alien invasion has begun. I assume it will be subtle, so most of you probably haven’t noticed yet. Now, I don’t claim to be an expert by any means (Although I have been to Roswell on several occasions…okay, the extent of my Roswell experience is also limited to the McDonalds shaped like a space ship, the Arby’s which apparently has no alien affiliation, and two marginally scary gas stations where I have frequented in my many travels to and from hell…aka Hobbs) but I’m pretty sure that alien invasion is the only logical explanation for several different things that I’ve noticed lately. On a cliff driving from Los Alamos there is a yellow sign. It looks like a yellow diamond traffic sign similar to a deer crossing sign, only instead of a picture of a deer it is an alien face. This particular sign is in a very inconspicuous place, in fact I bet the majority of people who drive down that hill have never even noticed it. (Several people can attest to its existence…I’ve pointed it out to them and they can see it too…so I’m pretty sure it’s not imaginary). It is in the middle of a very high cliff, stuck into a boulder which sits upon another even bigger boulder. I don’t think that a human could feasibly reach it so it goes without saying that the aliens must have planted it. &lt;br /&gt;Secondly there is a particularly suspicious news woman who anchors one of the local news channels. I call her “Crazy Eyes Ribano” which is not even remotely close to her assumed alias…her name is actually Shelly Ribando, but trust me, Crazy Eyes fits her much better. She apparently has an aversion to blinking. As Bettie says, she looks like she is trying to have a staring contest with the camera and is determined to win. (In fact, Bettie usually yells at the TV to tell her “It’s a camera, it’s not going to blink!”…there’s a lot of yelling at the TV in our home.) She seems almost normal in every other way, so I’m marginally confident that she is indeed a visitor among us (an alien, if you will). &lt;br /&gt;There have probably been more signs, but I am just now being made aware of the invasion myself. Have any of you noticed anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here is my dad’s favorite saying about Hobbs, which is why I refer to it as hell (other than the fact that it’s been over 100 degrees long before May even began)…If the devil owned Hobbs and Hell, he would live in Hell and rent out Hobbs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5644156082136566800?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5644156082136566800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5644156082136566800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5644156082136566800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5644156082136566800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-again-ufo-has-landed-in-america.html' title='Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in.'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-4441867092476425161</id><published>2009-05-12T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:25:46.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Mother of a Day!</title><content type='html'>I’m not even sure if anyone is reading this anymore. I did however get an irate phone call from my mother telling me that she is expecting an update…even though I usually talk to her multiple times a day…and tell her everything I’m thinking!!! (Believe it or not, those of you who don’t have the pleasure of frequent conversations with me…it’s not any different than my blog. Yes, I really do talk like this…and I really do rant about the stupid things that I post and my mom, Cecilia and Bettie can attest to this!) &lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time, so I’m just going to update you on some of the strange things I’ve observed lately. This morning I was held up in traffic because there was a coyote in the road! I was going to say that he was painting a big ACME target but then that would be a giant exaggeration (I don’t want to be known as the girl who cried coyote!).  Now, I don’t live in the middle of nowhere…we have a Walmart for heaven’s sakes! Okay, so maybe having a Walmart isn’t the mark of urban life, but you’d think that there wouldn’t be wildlife wreaking havoc on my commute! &lt;br /&gt;I did get to spend mother’s day with my mom and dad which was pretty great (even if most of the time was spent in the car). We met them in Albuquerque on Friday night and took my mom to dinner and a movie (my dad went and had dinner with his mom). Saturday I went to the temple with my mom. That was a very cool experience and one of the highlights of my weekend. It was pretty awesome to be there with my mom and to be able to think about the eternal nature of our families. I’m grateful to know that no matter what happens in this life, if we choose the right we can be together forever. Afterward we did a little shopping and headed out to Gallup. On Saturday afternoon my cousin Tyler was baptized and I had the honor of speaking at the service. It was a really spiritually uplifting day for me. Many of my cousins and their families along with aunts and uncles and my grandma were all there. It had been a long time since I’d seen many of them and it was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;I have been enjoying the weather we have been experiencing. I don’t know about where you are, but it has been shorts and flip-flop weather which I love!! It makes me excited for summer and wish that I was a kid again. I would love it even more if I knew how to set up the air conditioner and didn’t have to melt in the house at night! Speaking of melting houses, my brother and sister-in-law almost lost their home when their landlord started his kitchen on fire on Mother’s Day (they live in a basement apartment and their landlord lives above them)!!! Thankfully everyone was safe and the home was saved! It will be a pain for them with the smoke damage but luckily it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. They’ve had a lot of close calls this year but the Lord has definitely watched out for them and everything continues to work out.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you had a great Mother’s Day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-4441867092476425161?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/4441867092476425161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=4441867092476425161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4441867092476425161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4441867092476425161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-mother-of-day.html' title='It was a Mother of a Day!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1633767463252753669</id><published>2009-04-23T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:28:32.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead...yet</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a ridiculously long time since you've heard from me...not to be alarmed...Not dead, just really busy. As most of you know I've been doing my student teaching (and will continue to be doing so through the first part of May). Since I've been doing this and trying to work in the evenings, finishing up my classes and final portfolio (so that I can graduate...again), trying to make sure that the Espanola Young Women's Program stays afloat, and trying to do all this with clean clothes and all that mundane life stuff like bathing and sleeping...blogging has kind of dropped to the bottom of the priority list. On a less important note, I've never been more grateful for the miracle of DVR. I figured some of you may be interested in how the student teaching is going...and I think the title of today's blog pretty much says it all. I've been in the first grade for over a week now and have been enjoying it immensely (for the most part). The kiddies make me laugh everyday and wear me out with their naughtiness. It is amazing to see them learn something new everyday (even though most of them avoid it like the plague). Here's just a few things I learned this week (or at least remembered):&lt;br /&gt;- little boys love marbles and rubber bands&lt;br /&gt;- little girls love playing puppies and lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;- even if you get in a fight, you usually forget and are friends again by recess&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes kids really do think they can be invisible...especially if they are in trouble&lt;br /&gt;- they love to give you hugs&lt;br /&gt;- 1st graders can do amazing tricks on the swings (even if they already have a cast on their arm from a previously unsuccessful attempt)&lt;br /&gt;- they can pretty much be bribed to do anything for a treat or a sticker&lt;br /&gt;- are the quietest when you read a story to them on the carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things that I've loved so far about 1st grade. And hey, at least we have recess to look forward to everyday!! Who wouldn't love that?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1633767463252753669?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1633767463252753669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1633767463252753669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1633767463252753669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1633767463252753669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-deadyet.html' title='Not dead...yet'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6759199264540740164</id><published>2009-04-09T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:00:34.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story...</title><content type='html'>Today is my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary! I thought I would dedicate today’s blog to them. My parents met on New Year’s Eve on a blind date. (I’ve heard the story many many times from my mom…which is part of the reason why I’m such a hopeless romantic). The story begins when my mom was living in Gallup at the time and working at Montgomery Wards with my now Aunt Gail. Gail talked my mom into going on a blind date with her brother to a New Year’s Eve party. She had told her that his name was Gerald and when they came to pick my mom up, my dad introduced himself to my grandpa as Gerry. My mom was confused and didn’t know what she was supposed to call him and was too embarrassed to ask. Well the rest of the night the hostess of the party was flirting with my dad and my mom was totally mad about it. Apparently the night went well because a little over three months later they were in Vegas gettin’ hitched! Yep, my parents were married in Las Vegas (at Circus Circus to be exact). They were later sealed in the Mesa Arizona temple in October 3 years later (I was around for that one!...I was a honeymoon baby). So 30 years and 4 kids later…I’ll share with you some of my favorite things about my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even after all this time, they still hold hands in the car&lt;br /&gt;- They always kiss each other hello and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;- They always celebrate their anniversary on New Year’s Eve…my dad makes steak and crab and they have a candlelight dinner for two (that was usually when we were staying at friends or at a babysitter…a few years we were stuck in the bedroom watching T.V. while they were being all romantical)&lt;br /&gt;- My mom gets giddy when my dad calls (kind of like a teenager) and my dad will just call during the day to say “hi”&lt;br /&gt;- My mom says she still gets butterflies when she sees my dad&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve never seen my parents yell at or say an unkind word to each other&lt;br /&gt;- They are generous almost to a fault, they work hard and are very giving…especially to their children (thank goodness…otherwise I would be homeless right now!)&lt;br /&gt;- They love each other, they love us, and they love the gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you have many more happy and blessed years. Thanks for being the example of what I hope to have someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother” &lt;br /&gt;                                                           - David O. McKay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6759199264540740164?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6759199264540740164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6759199264540740164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6759199264540740164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6759199264540740164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-love-story.html' title='It&apos;s a love story...'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1396229135404006397</id><published>2009-04-08T16:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:16:18.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Hazmat suit?</title><content type='html'>So, lately I’ve kind of had a lot on my plate. I practically feel like a stranger in my own home…and then I remember that no one else is going to clean up the mess I’ve made…and then I feel right at home all over again.  Last night I was watching a little T.V. and I realized that some of these things are pretty ridiculous. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been quarantined for anything. I realized while watching a preview of an upcoming show (which of course had the entire cast in suits and some of them quarantined for some weird encounter…which seems to happen on every show) that I have never been quarantined for anything!!! Is this a common occurrence? Because if it is, I’m feeling a little jipped! Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m not looking for a chemical spill or biochemical attack…but I would have liked to hop in that lab shower in science class (be honest, you wanted to too). Quarantines and amnesia seem to be the “go to” television staples. I could totally write a T.V. script…picture it (any of your favorite shows will do)…the supporting character and a disposable character (you know, one with maybe one speaking line…who will eventually be killed off for dramatic effect)…get into a predicament and have to be quarantined and the hero gets amnesia and has to figure out what happened in order to save the supporting character (unfortunately they are too late to save disposable character). I know, you’ve probably already seen that one. There have been some fun and interesting things going on in my world so I shouldn’t be too disappointed that I have never been able to wear a hazmat suit. The other day we were driving by a bunch of cops on the side of the road and I said, “They probably found a dead body” (which of course is my standard response to any group of law enforcement…or any abandoned car…or when at a loss for something to say). Well, it turns out they really did find a dead body (it was in the paper…I did NOT do a first hand investigation)! Very weird. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I must warn all you blog readers that I may be MIA for the next few weeks...because I’m starting my student teaching!!! I am super excited and more than just a little nervous. It should be interesting. I haven’t heard what grade I will be in so keep your fingers crossed (mine are…which makes it really tough to type). I did find out that that I will be graduating Summa cum Laude…assuming that I can get everything else done in my program! So wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1396229135404006397?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1396229135404006397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1396229135404006397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1396229135404006397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1396229135404006397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-my-hazmat-suit.html' title='Where&apos;s my Hazmat suit?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1607655849703552200</id><published>2009-03-26T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:40:18.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the dogs out?</title><content type='html'>So, spring has sprung…and then went into hiding. I don’t know about where you are, but it is freezing in this part of the world. I was trying to will the spring to stick around, I even busted out a pair of Capri’s in a fit of optimism which only lead to me being a popsicle all day (of course the next day I bundled myself up and burned up all day…I just can’t win). Today it is blizzarding outside (and not the good Dairy Queen kind…can you imagine?!?! that would be wicked awesome). Because I live in New Mexico, it’s not just a blizzard, it’s also ridiculously windy. You know what they say…March comes in like a lion and out like a lion (okay maybe its out like a lamb…but it seems more like a lion too). Our fruit trees have even blossomed and are now probably freezing as we speak…or write…or whatever. Oh well, they’ve never actually produced fruit (except the cherry tree)…because this is New Mexico and they freeze every year. In other weird yard news, we have a wild pack of dogs that are roaming around our “neighborhood” (I use the term neighborhood loosely, because we have neighbors but no paved roads/sidewalks/trash service…and there is vast wilderness to backside of our property…and a golf course). We often have a wide variety of wild animals roaming in and out of our yard…rabbits, road runners, and a freakish number of cats. Well, this dog pack isn’t your ordinary pack of wild dogs….its a pack of little house dogs! There are several little Chihuahua’s and a little mutt that run together. I assume that they belong to someone (at least I’m pretty sure that they don’t grow in the wild here) but these crazy little dogs must think that they are bigger than they are. They kind of act like a crazy teen gang that terrorizes the neighbors (not that I’ve actually encountered such gangs…but I’ve seen the movie The Outsiders and other 80’s movies, so I’m pretty much an expert). These little tiny dogs will not move out of the way and will try to stare you down. My sis has even had a couple of run-ins with these little punk dogs (okay so they won’t move and then try to run down the car as it drives down the driveway). It’s the weirdest thing. &lt;br /&gt;One more thing to make you smile today….this is a video of my friend Kate’s little girl Jazmine dancing. It’s hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9dYO5YhF3g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9dYO5YhF3g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1607655849703552200?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1607655849703552200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1607655849703552200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1607655849703552200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1607655849703552200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-let-dogs-out.html' title='Who let the dogs out?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1814371027700707566</id><published>2009-03-16T15:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:47:40.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS Temples</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1814371027700707566?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1814371027700707566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1814371027700707566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1814371027700707566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1814371027700707566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/03/lds-temples.html' title='LDS Temples'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3212881700924032456</id><published>2009-03-12T16:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:09:56.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>I have recently come to the conclusion that my cell phone is in fact a Decepticon. I know what most of you may be thinking now…didn’t they destroy the all spark in the last Transformers movie?....well, my response to that is…HELLO! it’s Hollywood, that’s what they wanted  you to think! Yes, I am one of those loons who is fairly certain that transformers are real. I’ve actually had several in depth conversations about this with many a 3 year old boy…okay, so maybe the depth of these conversations is screaming ‘Bye Optimus Prime’ as a semi rolls by. At least I’ve found many a cohort in my madness…even if it consists of a group of young children.  My cell phone wigs out on a fairly consistent basis and last night I came to the conclusion, with the help of my very astute sidekick Bettie, that it is actually a Decepticon. I mean, what other feasible explanation could there possibly be.  I don’t think that it has actually made an attempt on my life…but then again I do believe that Silver Bullet is an Autobot and may be protecting me from the deadly cell phone. Yes, I am also one of those people who waves at every brightly painted yellow car as it passes…just in case it is Bumblebee (so if you happen to drive one of these said yellow cars and a stranger waves at you…they are probably waving at your car…so stop flipping me the bird!) Also, I am on the hunt for a transformers magnetic car sticker….I think that Silver Bullet lost his in a death match with someone else’s cell phone. So if you come across one let me know. &lt;br /&gt;Now, before you start thinking that I’m delusional…I must warn you that I just happen to be very observant and if you keep a look out, you will probably see the signs of the transformer invasion too. &lt;br /&gt;In other blog-worthy news…Race to Witch Mountain opens this weekend!! I don’t know about you but I am looking forward to enjoying 99 minutes of Dwayne Johnson’s hunky-ness. Unfortunately I probably won’t get to watch it until next week due to the stupid state licensing exams I will be taking all weekend. Apparently the state of New Mexico doesn’t want me teaching your kiddies until they are sure that I’m “competent” (I’m pretty sure if they saw this post they would be rescinding my license pretty quickly). These tests are a pretty big deal (which you can tell since I’m missing a date with my future baby daddy for it….yes, I’m once again referring to Dwayne Johnson). So wish me luck…for the test part not the baby daddy part, although a little luck in that department wouldn’t hurt. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3212881700924032456?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3212881700924032456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3212881700924032456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3212881700924032456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3212881700924032456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-7985051533983561888</id><published>2009-03-05T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:06:59.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is Taylor Swift trying to take over the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-7985051533983561888?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/7985051533983561888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=7985051533983561888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7985051533983561888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7985051533983561888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-8279292834992645337</id><published>2009-03-02T15:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:06:02.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doe Ray Me</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was once again time for the Mormon 500 (see the post from last August for clarification)…only it wasn’t. Yes, it was stake conference again only this time we had a regional broadcast with all of New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma…each in our own individual buildings. Saturday night we had the usual “adult session” with the entire stake so we did get some of the normal experience. It did however remind me why I love stake conference. For those of you who may not know, my ward is pretty small….by pretty small I mean REALLY small…as in everyone knows when you are not at church. Consequently, when you are at church everyone can hear you when you’re singing. I have never claimed to be vocally blessed…although I have many a time wished for this talent. My seven year old cousin told me last weekend during a rousing night of Guitar Hero World Tour that I was “Not good at the singing part” (which was a sad commentary on my skills as I was better with the singing than on any of the other instruments…at least with the singing I didn’t get booed off the stage…seriously) My lack of skill does not hinder me however from the love of singing. I am one of those people who bust out in random song whenever possible…especially if something is said that is in anyway related to any song that I may know (as my dear coworkers can attest to). However, I generally try to somewhat contain my singing enthusiasm while in church…for the sake of not embarrassing myself and everyone within ear shot…but sometimes I can’t contain it. I love gathering with larger congregations (like during stake conference) because the sheer numbers drown out my squeaking and I can totally bust loose! I sometimes even bust out my mad opera skills (you probably think I’m kidding…but I’m dead serious). Don’t worry, I generally do it in a tasteful, non-sacrilegious way… at least I try to. So Saturday night I was able once again to practice my vocal dexterity or lack thereof. For those of you who missed out on this, I’m sorry for you because I’m pretty great….and I’m really humble, and I just can’t seem to figure out why someone wouldn’t want to marry all this greatness!! Okay, maybe that’s not totally true….I bet it’s totally my lack of singing talent (what else could it possibly be??!?!)&lt;br /&gt;On a more spiritual note, all the talks in conference this week were exactly thing that I needed to hear. I have set some goals for myself this year all of which were discussed to some degree. I am very grateful for leaders who are lead by inspiration and teach the things that we need to have peace in a world of turmoil. It also makes me feel good that I’m working on improving areas in my life that will bless me and others.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your weekend was as great as mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-8279292834992645337?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/8279292834992645337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=8279292834992645337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/8279292834992645337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/8279292834992645337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/03/doe-ray-me.html' title='Doe Ray Me'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-7537039518451935231</id><published>2009-02-26T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:05:08.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't afraid of no ghosts!!</title><content type='html'>So, I’ve been chatting with my good buddy Cecilia today about myths, legends, and scary stories. This was all brought on because I spent the weekend in Gallup visiting my family…and everybody knows there are skinwalkers in Gallup! Let me back up about 20 some years. Growing up whenever we would get together with our all of our cousins my Uncle would always tell us scary stories (this is the same uncle that told us that we had to eat our vegetables so that our boobies would grow…no joke). Not just scary stories, very elaborate scary stories complete with props (okay so maybe the eyeballs were just olives but in the dark when you are an 8 year old chicken, it is very convincing). My cousin Brian picked up right where his dad left off when all the grown ups left. Who can forget the timeless classic of “Jooooohnny…I want my liver back!” (If you don’t know this one, trust me, you’re not missing out) Looking back I realize the stupidity of these stories. However, to this day I refuse to watch scary movies…even the lame ones (I watched the Ring 2 with some friends and even as completely stupid as it was, I had a tough time driving home by myself!!) So, being back in Gallup reminded me of all my irrational fears…which I dealt with by trying to scare my sister with tales of skinwalkers (she totally is not the weenie that I am and my scare tactics didn’t work…but I managed to freak myself out just a little…okay a lot). &lt;br /&gt; Well all of this has gotten me thinking about the scary stories from our childhood. Cecilia and I were talking about La Llorona which is a classic here in Northern New Mexico (and all around the world, especially Kansas City according to Wikipedia). My parents never told us that La Llorona was going to get us, as I have heard other people tell their kids (thank goodness, could you imagine what a lunatic I would be if they had…my mom did tell me that the dogs would get me whenever I would try to run away…which was surprisingly often…and I’m still afraid of dogs today. Apparently I’m using this blog as a therapy session today.) So, what are some of the myths, legends or scary stories that stick with you from childhood...or that you tell your children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-7537039518451935231?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/7537039518451935231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=7537039518451935231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7537039518451935231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7537039518451935231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-aint-afraid-of-no-ghosts.html' title='I ain&apos;t afraid of no ghosts!!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6889130122854975667</id><published>2009-02-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:35:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>So I was watching parts of a King of the Hill episode the other day which got me thinking about names. In this particular episode one of the characters just had a baby and was planning on naming it (it was a girl by the way) Lasagna…because they just thought it was a pretty name. It made me laugh endlessly…because it’s true. Now, I don’t claim to be a naming expert…in fact, I have yet to actually name any living creature…and so am fully aware of my un-expertise in the area. But I do live in the plane of reality and am sometimes appalled, confused, or just taken aback by the names that people give their children. For those of you who may not know, I work in a pediatric clinic and therefore see an abundance of ridiculous children’s names. I blame this phenomenon on celebrities (as I like to do with most of the world’s problems and absurdities…Pilot Inspector, Moxy Crimefighter…really?!?!). I don’t know when it became trendy to pin your child with a name that is just asking to be used as a weapon for endless taunting. I remember an old episode of full house where Stephanie wanted to change her name because the kiddies were calling her Step-on-me (this is yet another useless trivia that fills the wasteland that apparently is my brain). I am not opposed to the name and know that any name can be twisted by a clever 6 year-old but some people don’t really think about the social aspects of a name like Lasagna. I encourage creativity but not absurdity. And as a soon to be teacher, I implore you to make sure that the name is pronounceable without the implementation of clicking or other linguistic measures.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I saw a trailer for the Race to Witch Mountain for the first time last night! I might add the Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is looking mighty fine. I hope you are all as excited as I am!!! Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;A final thought for the day…I stole this one from my cousin-in-law Melissa. She had it on her blog and it made me happy today. So, I’m going to steal it to share with you. Hope it makes you happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjDkQI2OO-w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjDkQI2OO-w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6889130122854975667?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6889130122854975667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6889130122854975667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6889130122854975667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6889130122854975667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5347468525063020371</id><published>2009-02-10T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:09:54.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a couple of thoughts</title><content type='html'>I know, a ridiculous amount of time has elapsed since I’ve last blogged. Oh well. I assume everyone has lived through this dry spell. So I’ve decided to just update you on some of my most recent rants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t clip your fingernails in public!!! Who does this? On more than one occasion I have come across people who do this. For example, last week at church we were all sitting there minding our own spiritual business…a solemn uplifting experience going on…when all of a sudden there is a loud CLICK…the unmistakable click of nail clippers. For some people the scratching of a chalkboard is unnerving…for me it is a mild irritant in comparison to the sound fingernails being clipped. I automatically have visions of quarter moon clippings flying haphazardly and impaling people in the eyeballs! This is disgusting and annoying! I understand when there is a chipped nail emergency (in which case, quickly take care of the emergency….preferably with a file…and go about your business) but this particular lady was just clipping away and then proceeded to clip her granddaughter’s fingernails! Come on! This isn’t the only the incident that I’ve had a run in with public clippers. If you are one of these people…I was going to say cut it out, but that is kind of the problem….so just stop it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the raving front (you know, for equal coverage) kudos to Justin Timberlake. I am finding that I am becoming more and more of a fan of JT. So, as most of you know the Grammys were last Sunday. I will be honest, I only watched a couple of the performances (mostly because I can’t stand award shows anyway….no one gives me a flippin’ award just for doing my job!….and isn’t it enough that they get paid millions of dollars?!...sorry, that went more into rant territory for a minute…I’ll try to stay on task). Well Rihanna had to unfortunately withdraw at the last minute and guess who volunteered to step up…yep, good ol’ JT. I doubt that the majority of the “talent” in the room had enough “talent” to actually step in and work something together at the last minute. Although I missed the performance that filled this time (the one with Al Green) I did catch his performance with TI and was very impressed with not only his vocal ability but also his mad piano skills. On a little bit of a mini-rant…TI is looking at jail time for a gun possession charge but has been using his career and calling it “redemption.” I’m sorry dude, but that is totally not how the justice system works. You do the crime, you do the time. Just because I’m going to visit the little old lady down the street doesn’t mean that I can call it “redemption” and get out of a speeding ticket. Anyway…moral of the story - well done Justin T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there anything that you’ve been wanting to rant or rave about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5347468525063020371?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5347468525063020371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5347468525063020371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5347468525063020371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5347468525063020371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-couple-of-thoughts.html' title='Just a couple of thoughts'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3597696640876914769</id><published>2009-01-26T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:35:48.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of babes</title><content type='html'>Sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. I don’t know whether to contribute it to a case of writer’s block…or maybe laziness….or maybe the recent realization that I don’t really have that many interesting things to contribute to the cyber society that I keep (The frequency with which David Hasslehoff has popped up in recent conversations I’ve had has kind of brought this to my realization….you wouldn’t think he would be such a driving force in my tête-à-tête, but of late you would be sorely mistaken.) So, if you’ve missed my driveling rants we will chalk it up to me sparing you my recent (albeit inexplicable) enthrallment with the Hoff. &lt;br /&gt;Recently several of my friends/family/comrades have been posting about the cute or funny things that their children say or do. I enjoy these tidbits (particularly since I don’t have the pleasure of enjoying them myself on a frequent basis). Well, let me tell you about some interesting run-ins I’ve had with children lately. Let me preface this with a little explanation. Most people who know me, know that I generally get along pretty well with most kiddies. Well, this weekend while shopping at Walmart (minding my own shopping business) a little girl in a passing cart pointed at me and announced very loudly, “I don’t like you!” It was totally weird, but I attributed it to the fact that she was probably a brat. Well a little while later (on the same Walmart excursion...still minding my own business) a different little girl in a different passing cart started growling loudly at me! What the heck am I supposed to make of that?!?!  Now admittedly I could have used a little more makeup, and the hair wouldn’t have suffered had I ran a brush more carefully through it, but I didn’t think I was frightening enough to elicit such responses from children! I must admit I felt a little Quasimodoish. &lt;br /&gt;Well, to end on a less self esteem devastating note, I’ve decided to share with you some cute children anecdotes (mostly from my nephews because they are pretty much the only kiddies I have interactions with)&lt;br /&gt;-Recently I went to lunch with my sister and my youngest nephew, Wyatt, at a restaurant with a fountain in the middle which people tossed coins into. Wyatt was over looking at the water and excitedly yelled out to us across the restaurant, “Look there’s nipples in here!!!” (He meant nickels)&lt;br /&gt;-While talking with Jess (my middle nephew) about college I was trying to convince him that when he grew up he should go to my alma matter. His response after thinking for a while was, “Hmmm….I think I’m going to be busy that day at a junior rodeo.”&lt;br /&gt;-This is another Wyatt one. It was bedtime and Wyatt wouldn’t stop talking (as usual). My sister tells him, “It’s time to go to sleep and stop talking.” His response was (of course), “I AM asleep, you’re the one talking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love kids! So what are some of your favorite kid anecdotes?...Oh, and Happy Chinese New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3597696640876914769?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3597696640876914769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3597696640876914769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3597696640876914769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3597696640876914769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouth of babes'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-2526760407232096325</id><published>2009-01-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:57:19.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O, google yourself</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the opportunity once again to take the young women swimming. I love swimming. It makes you feel invincible, like you can do almost anything, flips and turns, handstands and all the other things that gravity usually impedes (except you can’t run very fast…although it is fun to try). Well the girls were very excited…that is until they saw that a group of guys from their school were there as well. Needless to say there was some serious teen angst going on. Unfortunately, I’m now the heartless adult who thinks it’s all very VERY humorous and entertaining. If nothing else it reminded me what it was like to be a 15 year old girl around a boy who I may or may not have a crush on. In my head I’m way too old for that jazz but seeing as how I’m still single I may still be one of those silly stupid girls from time to time and should therefore have more sympathy for their plight. I don’t think I am but no one really thinks they are when they are in giddy crush mode. Anyway, moral of the story is that it was fun to remember what it was like to be a teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;On another note…. I, like most people, google myself occasionally…you know, just to see if there’s anything that is actually me on there. It can be pretty fun sometimes. It’s interesting to see what other people with my name are doing…and then it’s sad that they are doing much greater things than I am. Then I usually get over it pretty quick when I see like an obituary of someone with the same name (helps me to remember that it could be worse).  Msn actually has a list of most searched and I was thinking about maybe spending a full day just searching for myself, or maybe starting a campaign so that I would show up on that list….but then I thought that would be really creepy. You can even find this blog through google! Well, my blog has a counter that shows me where people are loading my page from. I’ve had several hits from all over North America (and Germany…shout out the Robertsons!!), which I think is very cool. Well I noticed yesterday that I had a hit from the local news station where my arch nemesis works. So, I imagine that he probably googled himself and found my blog. Now I must assume that he is fully aware of our conflict. It made me laugh and oddly enough I feel less bad about blaming him for everything. So what is the most interesting thing you’ve found while googling yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-2526760407232096325?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/2526760407232096325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=2526760407232096325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2526760407232096325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2526760407232096325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-google-yourself.html' title='O, google yourself'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-2344009331482996252</id><published>2009-01-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:42:28.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that tune</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of days ago a friend of mine mentioned that he had been partying like it was 1999 (in reference of course to a New Year’s celebration). Well ever since that fateful day (it was only like 2 days ago) Prince has been singing a non stop medley of his greatest hits in my head. I imagine that it would be this one song over and over again but since I know exactly one line of this song (“we’re going to party like it’s 1999”), my super awesome brain has turned that into a medley of the seventeen lines from about five different Prince songs that I do know. It’s kind of turned into a song about the kiss of a secondhand raspberry beret in a 1999 little red corvette. Trust me; it could easily have turned into a lot dirtier song than that (you know Prince). If you’re confused…welcome to my world. Funny how an effeminate straight man singing in a falsetto voice can be such a star (for all you Prince fans out there, he will be releasing 3 new albums this year…I heard that on the radio yesterday. I know, I can hardly wait either…or maybe I can).&lt;br /&gt;This actually got me thinking about how the strange or funny songs, jingles and other catchy phrases stuck in our heads. I, unfortunately, was not blessed with the ability to memorize things. It is something of a curse actually….you know, in school or trying to find my way home. When I sing along with songs I’m generally the person that is making up completely wrong lyrics even though my very memory blessed siblings have corrected me on numerous occasions (I even sometimes make up movie quotes that were never actually in any movies….if I ever do that when I’m around you, just humor me). So, when some little tune gets stuck in my head it generally isn’t right. I do feel sorry for the hardworking advertising people who try so diligently to get me to remember their jingles or slogans because I am something of a lost cause in this area. &lt;br /&gt;So what are some of the tunes that always seem to get you?......And you’re welcome for the Prince song now stuck in your head too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-2344009331482996252?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/2344009331482996252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=2344009331482996252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2344009331482996252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2344009331482996252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/01/name-that-tune.html' title='Name that tune'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1146498291977211584</id><published>2009-01-06T13:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:27:44.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to an Odd year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! For some reason I feel really excited about this New Year. This is actually quite unusual for me as generally I just feel like it’s another day...somewhat of a lesser holiday to ease us back to reality from the previous months of “real” holidays. The fact that it’s an odd year (numerically) really surprises me that I’m so excited (I have a really weird thing about odd numbers, I don’t even know where it stems from but I have always preferred evens…just crazy I guess). Like everyone else in the world I too have resolved to be a little better this year (I know what you’re thinking, How can she possibly get any better?...It was difficult to find some, but I did set some goals…..if any of you were actually thinking anything remotely close to this….Hello, my name is Amanda. It seems we’ve never met.) I won’t bore you with the details of these personal goals but so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;My vacation was lovely…although I feel more exhausted now than I did before I left. Funny how something that is supposed to be relaxing generally tires you out. One thing that my excursion to Utah helped to remind me was how much I DON’T love the snow which leads to mud which leads to a very crabby me. (No offense to you snow birds. I do love Utah, particularly in the springtime) Looking on the bright side, we made it safely and had a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I did have a bit of a run in with a pair of tweezers and now am sporting something of a quizzical brow (but only on my right side). I think it makes me look like I’m interested…hey, maybe it’ll land me a hot date!! One more thing for me to look forward to in the New Year....so if you know anybody, send them my way!&lt;br /&gt;So, what are some of the things you are looking forward to this New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1146498291977211584?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1146498291977211584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1146498291977211584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1146498291977211584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1146498291977211584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-odd-year.html' title='Welcome to an Odd year'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-2883865843774262497</id><published>2008-12-22T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:18:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most WONDERFUL time of the year!</title><content type='html'>Christmas day is almost here, only two more days of work this year. Many of you know that I have been going to school for my elementary teaching certificate. I have recently decided that one of the main reasons that I have chosen this as my next profession is for the vacations and holidays. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about it for other reasons as well and have enjoyed my training thus far, but not having to worry about working on Christmas or Thanksgiving is a colossal plus in my book. &lt;br /&gt;So, since it’s almost Christmas, I’ve decided list a few of my favorite things… you know, brown paper packages, whiskers on kittens, and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;1 – I love how nice people are at Christmastime. People generally are a little more giving and kind this time of year. Although there are still those crazies that trample each other in the store, but when there are people who really have the spirit of Christ in their hearts and their lives it’s almost tangible.&lt;br /&gt;2 – The yummy treats! How many times a year do you get to make decorations out of candy?!?! We build gingerbread houses. We put candy canes on the tree. We give and receive plates of fudge and sugar cookies and homemade candies and everything else to inspire a diet related New Year’s resolution. &lt;br /&gt;3 – Spending time with family. I love my family and now that we are all “grown-up” we don’t get to see each other very much. But this time of year we all try to make that extra special effort to get together…even if it’s only for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;4 – Presents!!! Of course I like to receive gifts, but my favorite thing is trying to find or make something that I know will be perfect for someone else. This year I actually started my shopping in August (it seems a bit extreme, but it has really helped my finances this year). &lt;br /&gt;5 – Christmas music. I know most people really enjoy Christmas music. There are even many of you out there who fanatically start the Christmas music the day after Halloween (I’m thinking of you my dear sister-in-law) or even listen year round. I am not one of those people. I do have a little rant about the “socially conscious” Christmas music. Don’t try to use the holiday to push your social cause on me! Although they are fine causes I’m sure…I just don’t particularly care for songs by “Band-aid” or about war and other social stuff. Maybe that is shallow, but I don’t want to hear about how there is no snow in Africa…is there ever snow in Africa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I’m grateful for my Savior Jesus Christ. This is a great time to reflect on the greatest gift of all, the gift of our Heavenly Father’s son. I hope you all have an amazing Christmas full of miracles!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-2883865843774262497?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/2883865843774262497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=2883865843774262497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2883865843774262497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2883865843774262497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most WONDERFUL time of the year!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6220330452552674422</id><published>2008-12-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:01:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my arch nemesis...</title><content type='html'>So, after some confusion I’ve decided to post for you all to know why Mark Ronchetti is my arch nemesis. Okay, it really isn’t to that point yet…but in all actuality I do blame him for most everything. The animosity that exists between us goes back quite a long way…to at least a year ago. Let me begin by explaining that part of my genetic make up is not to be a morning person (I’m not actually a night person either…I’m more of a late morning/early afternoon person, with a second wind between 7-9 pm). Well last winter I grumpily rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom for my normal shower routine. En route to the bathroom I usually pass by the big window in our front room…as was the case the morning of the first incident. Well, glancing out the window I noticed about seventeen feet of snow (It may have actually been anywhere from a light dusting to a couple of inches for all I knew in my befuddled morning brain…but for the sake of accuracy I will stick with my initial assessment of seventeen feet). My very first thought when I noticed Mother Nature’s wet wintery contribution was, “Stupid Mark Ronchetti…you ruin everything.” As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I laughed aloud realizing the fact that I couldn’t really blame the weatherman for the snowy day…or could I? Well, needless to say from that time forward I began to notice how much his rosy cheeked-guy smiley-grinning face annoys me. Honestly, whenever his face appears on the TV, I have to change the channel and the thought always comes…stupid Mark Ronchetti, making me change the channel…or stupid Mark Ronchetti, you don’t know...or something to that effect. Now it’s kind of an ongoing joke amongst many of my cohorts. In fact, last week we had two full days without power…I’m pretty sure that Mark Ronchetti was behind it. Okay, I suppose it’s a bit irrational. But if you have a scapegoat…why not use him?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are surviving this week of snow just in time for Christmas. Other than the driving in it and freezing temperatures, it does put one in the Christmas spirit. It has taken awhile for me to really get into the swing of things but I now finally feel that familiar excitement for my favorite holiday. Our tree is up and decorated…although we decided to put it smack dab in the middle of the room this year…just because we can!!! On Sunday we took some young women and went over to an older lady’s house to decorate her tree. It was quite an experience…she wanted to put everything on a little tree. Her tree is definitely decorated now…in fact I don’t think there are any more branches left to decorate. That and the fact that her little dog peed on one of the girls made for an interesting afternoon. Oh the joys of Christmas. There are so many things I love about this time of year…what are some of yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6220330452552674422?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6220330452552674422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6220330452552674422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6220330452552674422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6220330452552674422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-my-arch-nemesis.html' title='Meet my arch nemesis...'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5093147998906093671</id><published>2008-12-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:49:22.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 29th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>No, I’m not dead…I was just in Utah. You draw your own conclusions. Shout out to all my Saltines!!! (That’s what I’ve decided to call you people from Salt Lake…I almost went for Lakers but it was a little overdone plus with the Saltines there’s a fun kind of cracker reference in there…it’s great on several levels) It was a blast and I got to see several of my good friends, my favorite big sister, my favorite brother and their families. Got to do the whole temple square light fun (we spent more time finding a place to park than actually at the lights but oh well) and several other Utah-type experiences. Way fun!!! Can’t wait to do it again in 3 short weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who don’t know….HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!! Yep, it’s that time of year again! (I totally just had a drug rep guy come in and tell me that it is also some catholic immaculate conception day and explained the meaning of it, which I kinda already knew…it was a little strange and uncomfortable.) So I thought I would share some of my sage wisdom and things I’ve learned now that I’m at a ripe old age (I’ve shared some of these with you so if you’ve heard this before…I must really mean it)&lt;br /&gt;- You can go a lot further than you think you can when your gas light comes on. (This is one I learned literally this weekend, but I think it also has figurative layers there too…I’ll let you dissect that one for yourselves)&lt;br /&gt;- Adolescence should be termed a mental disorder (Seriously, the pre frontal lobes of the brain don’t fully develop until a person reaches their late teens/early twenties which causes all kinds of impulse control issues and other problems. Looking back at my teenage years from a distance now and having several teenage acquaintances, I have to think of it as a mental disorder in order to keep my own sanity….which is somewhat connected to my next point…)&lt;br /&gt;-  Even if someone else’s problem seems insignificant or stupid to you, it’s still a problem for them…which is probably why it’s their trial and not yours. I think we all come across this in teenagers (see above mentioned mental disorder) as well as in other people where they are going crazy over something stupid or insignificant (which everyone may know is stupid or insignificant and which the person may one day look back and think of as stupid) but it doesn’t make their anxiety/pain/stress/problem any less real. I think we all need to realize that a little bit more and have a little more compassion for each other’s trials (even if we think they are stupid).&lt;br /&gt;- Life isn’t made of checklists (although it would probably be easier if it was). I think we have all heard the saying “if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans”. Even though it’s painfully difficult sometimes, we don’t always get things in the order or at the time we think we should. &lt;br /&gt;- When in doubt, blame Mark Ronchetti (This is one of those ones that most of you have heard me rant about before and I can pretty much pinpoint the decline of western civilization to him. He’s our local weather man…and he ruins everything).&lt;br /&gt;So tell me some of the things you’ve learned so far…and go out and celebrate wherever you are!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5093147998906093671?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5093147998906093671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5093147998906093671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5093147998906093671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5093147998906093671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-29th-birthday.html' title='My First 29th Birthday!!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-9182373401328062254</id><published>2008-11-19T15:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:23:12.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby, what's your sign?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed all the signs that people put up on the road? Of course there are the yard sale signs and the garage sale signs and the estate sale signs. Because I live in a “historical” area (the Spanish conquistadores settled Espanola as the first capitol in what we now consider the United States before moving it to Santa Fe well over 300 years ago…and you’re welcome for the history lesson) there are often signs pointing out special historic tours.  There are however, once in awhile, some signs that are intriguing. Not too long ago there was a sign up on the highway by my house that said “barn sale.” What the heck is a barn sale? I had kind of imagined a sale of barns or maybe a sale of barn type animals…you know, a table full of baby chicks…4 for $5.  I know, it’s a little sick, but it does make for a funny mental image. Well it turned out to be an art sale (not that I went, but I heard the buzz around town). How lame is that?...an art sale disguised as a cool barn sale (there are also a lot of artsy fartsy weirdoes around here…sorry, I mean creative geniuses…okay, I really mean artsy fartsy weirdoes.) Well for the last couple of days there have been signs out around town that have “O ’ K” with an arrow pointing in what I assume is the direction of whatever that sign means. I’ll be honest, I’ve been tempted to follow the arrows just to see where they lead and what the heck that sign means. So, I was thinking that maybe I should make up some weird signs with arrows and paste them up around town. I was thinking that I could either stick them up so that they lead in just a big circle or have them lead to a really strange destination (I don’t know, maybe the city dump or something). I wonder how many people would just follow it to see (probably all the people like me). Anyway it was just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, my homegirl Bettie had a totally scary encounter at the Little Caesar’s the other night. So like any city of respectable size, Espanola has its fair share of vagrants. Every so often one is approached for spare change or whatever else a vagabond may need. Well in this manner, she was approached by a guy who asked for change…she gave him a couple of dollars. Well, he proceeds to tell her that he is trying to get to Albuquerque because he just got out of prison and was staying with his brother…but, that was working out because he just beat his brother up. She said that as he got closer she saw that he was all bloody and he then started following her to her car until a different car drove up. Totally freaky. Of course, when she got home she was totally an emotional wreck…which is way better than I would have been. Needless to say we will not be venturing out of our car at night alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, a couple of months ago there was a guy in Santa Fe with a sign that said “Trying to get to San Francisco, I’m Korean.” I’m glad this guy has aspirations, but really, do we need to bring race into it?  I think if I were going to make a sign for myself, it would say “Need a vacation, every penny helps" or maybe "Need a new pair of shoes, please help."&lt;br /&gt;So, what would your sign say?...And avoid bloody men in dark parking lots...or just in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-9182373401328062254?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/9182373401328062254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=9182373401328062254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/9182373401328062254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/9182373401328062254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-baby-whats-your-sign.html' title='Hey Baby, what&apos;s your sign?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5695638061233437567</id><published>2008-11-12T12:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:23:57.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's out to get me..</title><content type='html'>Although I hate to admit it, I find that I am something of a conspiracy theorist. Now don’t get me wrong, I generally don’t think that the government is out to get me (most of the time, but I’ve had to bust out my evasive driving tactics a few times…okay not really, but I sometimes take an unnecessary turn if I feel like someone has been following me too long which is totally not a joke)…and I’m pretty sure that the moon landing actually happened (I watched a Myth Busters about that one). When I see an abandoned car on the side of the road I automatically assume that there is a dead body somehow involved…particularly if the car is in a remote place. I’ve also noted that there haven’t been very many low riders around lately. In fact, I haven’t seen one in quite some time. My homeskillet Bettie and I were discussing this fact over the weekend. We finally concluded that just as video killed the radio star, gas prices may have killed the low rider. Don’t get me wrong, I am ecstatic over the recent price dropping (I hear the gas is down to $2.05 in Albuquerque…its still $2.39 here) but I wonder if there is a greater conspiracy at work. Perhaps there is a granola/tree-hugger environmental rage which has many a cholo upending their roots and heritage. Maybe this is why there is such an advent of the previously mentioned low-rider bicycles (see blog posted 9/11/08). I don’t have the answers, but it’s one of those things that make me go hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if many of these small so-called used car dealerships really are what they say. In these hard economic times I question their staying power. There are two particular ones that I am thinking of, one in Santa Fe and one in Espanola. These two “dealerships” have been around for many years…probably as long as I can remember (which isn’t saying much since I can’t really remember what day it is most of the time). Anyway, both of these “dealerships” (I’ve decided to use quotes to emphasize the fact that I don’t really think they are…if I were talking to you I would probably even do air quotes) frequently have high end cars (and I’m not just talking BMW/Mercedes high end, but like Astin Martin high end) in their crummy buildings that I’m sure were built post WW II to be gas stations. Add to that the fact that I never see anyone actually frequenting these places, I’m pretty sure that they are front for something. Mind you I don’t plan on stopping by to find out for what…like I need some guy named Guido pulling out a nine and “taking care of me” (Okay, so I watch too many movies…and maybe I’m a little less gangsta than I think I am). &lt;br /&gt;So, as I was pondering my conspiracy theories I started to wonder what other people have paranoid theories about. What are some of yours?...and kudos to those of you who got blog title! (hint: it's a song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5695638061233437567?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5695638061233437567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5695638061233437567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5695638061233437567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5695638061233437567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoia-paranoia-everybodys-out-to-get.html' title='Paranoia, paranoia, everybody&apos;s out to get me..'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5377078292942482418</id><published>2008-11-10T10:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:26:07.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As for me and my house...</title><content type='html'>I know that I can be a little silly and often make jokes (albeit lame ones) on my blog. But this is something I am passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. -Joshua 24:15"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole the following from my friend Kera's (who lives in California) blog. I couldn't have said it any better so I did a little cut and paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As most of you know, California voters passed Proposition 8, banning same-sex marriage. It suprised me to know there were still many people who were willing to stand up for their morals. It also surprised me to see the anger and hatred from other people. There are people who are "blaming" the fact that this proposition passed on the Mormons. The one thing that doesn't surprise me is that the Church is being attacked once again. Yesterday there were protesters marching in West Hollywood, and somehow they ended up at the Los Angeles temple grounds. There were so many people, carrying signs calling the church bigoted, and saying go back to utah, so many people that the temple had to close. I haven't heard anything today about it, because I don't always follow the news, so I don't know if they are still there or if the temple is open again. It makes no sense, because there were so many other churches and organizations backing the amendment. But of course, they chose the true church to hate on... Anyway, here are some words from Elder Neal A. Maxwell. They gave me a renewed perspective and motivation, and confirmed my own personal faith. Like I said, very powerful and prophetic. (this is from 1978, by the way) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Elder Neal A. Maxwell:&lt;br /&gt;"Make no mistake about it, brothers and sisters, in the months and years ahead, events are likely to require each member to decide whether or not he will follow the First Presidency. Members will find it more difficult to halt longer between two opinions. President Marion G. Romney said, many years ago, that he had 'never hesitated to follow the counsel of the Authorities of the Church even though it crossed my social, professional or political life..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is hard doctrine, but it is particularly vital doctrine in a society which is becoming more wicked. In short, brothers and sisters, not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ includes not being ashamed of the prophets of Jesus Christ. . . . Your discipleship may see the time when such religious convictions are discounted. . . . This new irreligious imperialism seeks to disallow certain opinions simply because those opinions grow out of religious convictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resistance to abortion will be seen as primitive. Concern over the institution of the family will be viewed as untrendy and unenlightened.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before the ultimate victory of the forces of righteousness, some skirmishes will be lost. Even in these, however, let us leave a record so that the choices are clear, letting others do as they will in the face of prophetic counsel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will also be times, happily, when a minor defeat seems probable, but others will step forward, having been rallied to rightness by what we do. We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened a slumbering majority of the decent people of all races and creeds which was, till then, unconscious of itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus said that when the fig trees put forth their leaves, 'summer is nigh.' Thus warned that summer is upon us, let us not then complain of the heat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A More Determined Discipleship By Elder Neal A. Maxwell"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5377078292942482418?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5377078292942482418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5377078292942482418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5377078292942482418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5377078292942482418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-for-me-and-my-house.html' title='As for me and my house...'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5091897602364846275</id><published>2008-11-04T11:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:08:40.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar liar pants on fire</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or has everyone been having a crazy life lately. Mother Teresa said “I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.” (even though I’m sure that that is a translation, I wonder if you’re supposed to put quotes around a translation…hmmm) That is definitely how I’ve been feeling the last week or two or three…Anyway, lest you think that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth or am hiding under a rock, I’ve decided to post on my blog today. Which totally reminds me that my parents used to tell us that they found us under a rock…I wonder what kind of psychological damage that has had…thanks a lot guys!...I think I will use that, sorry I’m such a weirdo but my parents told me they found me under a rock. That has me thinking about some of the other lies that parents tell their children. I don’t have any children, but I’m not exempt from lying to children. My nephews have been told many a tall tale by me (sorry sis) and I’m sure that any future nieces or nephews will also be subject to stories. I even lie to the little kids at church. I had several of them convinced that my sister was a real vampire at the ward Halloween party. I’m sure this builds confidence for all the parents of my future students. I have yet to tell stories to the kiddies at the school where I am doing some of my student teaching so that has to be promising. &lt;br /&gt;So, today is Election Day! Woo-hoo! It’s almost over! I hope you all have voted or are planning to cast you vote sometime today! Today I’m wearing a “My Vote Counted” sticker that I got when I voted this morning. When I was voting there was a guy there with his son who looked at his dad and said, "Is this boating?" in a very disappointed way. Apparently he understood boating when his dad told him they were voting today. I won’t get all political on you but as part of being an American I urge everyone to take advantage of your right and to take responsibility. On a sadder note, because it is Election Day all the regularly scheduled TV is out the door. I for one don’t care to listen to all the political commentary on every single channel. I do care who wins, just tell me when it’s all over. &lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate note, Happy Birthday to Ralph Macchio! Can you believe the karate kid is 47!?! Which means that he was 23 when they did the first karate kid!!! More like Karate Man…I suppose that doesn’t have the same ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve written a broad range of thoughts today…so I expect a lot of comments! Tell me some of the lies you tell your kids…or you can tell me about your voting experience…or about your feelings on the Karate Kid!...And go vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5091897602364846275?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5091897602364846275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5091897602364846275' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5091897602364846275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5091897602364846275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/11/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar liar pants on fire'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1096010042334856671</id><published>2008-10-22T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:29:03.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Christian Slater</title><content type='html'>Any gal around my age who grew up in the late 80’s/early 90’s would probably agree with me on the merits of Christian Slater. I know in an earlier blog I had expressed my anticipation of Christian’s new show (yes, we are on a first name basis…okay not really, but if I really knew him, I bet we would be…and then I would call him Chris…or maybe Tian…I’ll let you know if/when that happens what we decide on). The new show – &lt;em&gt;My Own Worst Enemy &lt;/em&gt;– has aired and let me just say, I am NOT disappointed! I was a little afraid to watch it because, lets be honest, it could’ve gone either way. So, I had it DVRed for a week before I built up my courage to bite the bullet. NOW I love it! It has only been on for two episodes but I encourage everyone to watch it…primarily so it will stay on the air and I will be a happier person. &lt;br /&gt;So, to honor his new show I’ve decided to devote this blog to extolling the virtues of Christian Slater. I don’t know about you, but as a young teen/pre-teen I watched the movies Robin Hood and Kuffs (thanks mainly to my sis Trudy) an inordinate number of times. Although I know he has had a few personal problems through the years (I’m definitely not casting any stones), I’ve decided to list some of my favorite things about CS. &lt;br /&gt;1- His voice. It’s very unique and dare I say, it makes him seem even more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;2- His acting chops. This may come as something as a surprise to some of you, but he is actually a pretty good actor. If you don’t believe me watch the new show, he plays two completely different characters and you can totally tell which character he is playing purely based on his acting!&lt;br /&gt;3- His boyish good looks. I know he is pushing 40 but he sure does make pretty good eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;So, my question today is what is your most/least favorite thing about Christian Slater? Or you can tell me what your favorite/least favorite Christian Slater movie is!!...and watch the new show!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1096010042334856671?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1096010042334856671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1096010042334856671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1096010042334856671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1096010042334856671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-christian-slater.html' title='Ode to Christian Slater'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-7943989652251508298</id><published>2008-10-16T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:49:42.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat cake</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or has life been a little crazy lately? When it rains it pours and all that jazz. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on boring you with all the gory (okay, and kinda boring) details. Last weekend we went to Hobbs (shout out to all the Hobbits!!!...no, that’s not what they are really called, but how cool would it be if they were?!). It was a lot of fun and we discovered the greatest food ever invented…SNOWBALLS!! You Hobbits know what I’m talking about (if you don’t you should definitely investigate it). For everyone else who hasn’t had the pleasure, let me tell you a little about them. I know most of you have had some sort of shaved ice/snow cone concoction but imagine for a minute a cup full of heavenly snowflakes perfectly flavored throughout (my mouth is watering just thinking of this divine delight). The flavor that I had was called ‘Birthday cake’ and I’ll be darned if it didn’t actually taste like I was eating a birthday cake!! I was so good! They apparently also have one called ‘wedding cake’ which tastes like a wedding cake and not like birthday cake. They are also very reasonably priced, a “jumbo” is ONLY $2 (in this economy anything for $2 is a steal…not really, I don’t condone theft either). I tried to return for one last fix before leaving town but I guess they decided to be closed on the Monday holiday too (I was so bummed out, we had to settle for a Dairy Queen treat…you know, DQ something different…it was definitely different). I’ve been home for several days now and can’t stop dreaming about it (they must put in an addictive chemical that makes you crave it fortnightly). Hello, my name is Amanda and I’m a snowball junkie.&lt;br /&gt;This new addiction has got me thinking about what some of the foods that we can’t seem to get enough of. If any of you are like me, you dread the thought of what’s for dinner… only cause it’s one more thing to put on your brain and quite frankly I don’t have that much room to spare up there (as I’ve mentioned before, it’s reserved for mundane and non useful trivial facts…like the slogan for DQ and random quotes from &lt;em&gt;So I Married an Axe Murder&lt;/em&gt;). Here are my top favorites which I would indulge in far more frequently if the stars were to align. 1. Outback steak, baked potato, and French onion soup. 2. Homemade lasagna (Stouffer’s frozen in a pinch) and 3. Roast beef with all the fixin’s. So, what are some of your food faves or secret food addictions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-7943989652251508298?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/7943989652251508298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=7943989652251508298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7943989652251508298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/7943989652251508298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-4680373606674065555</id><published>2008-10-07T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:09:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eenie, meanie, miney, moe...</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if you noticed or not, but today is the deadline to register to vote! I’m sure, like me, you all have been enduring the nuisance of political advertisements. I don’t care what your political persuasion is (okay, I do care… but as long as you have a legitimate argument, the constitution and proper human decency dictates that I should respect your opinion…if on the other hand you don’t have a legitimate argument I highly encourage you to become educated on what you and those running believe…otherwise I retain the right to mock you mercilessly) no one can enjoy the relentless barrage of political propaganda. I know that I for one am ready for November 4th to roll around, if for nothing else to give us all a break from having to watch the commercials (yes, I too have noticed that they are on every channel) and read other peoples’ political opinions off the back of their cars (as if having your candidates name plastered all over the back of your hybrid makes you somehow a political guru….I did see one bumper sticker that I enjoyed, it said “Annoy a Liberal, work hard and be happy”….I was trying to be non partisan, but it’s my blog and I’ll partisanize if I want to). There are also the endless signs along the road, as if reading one candidates name eight hundred million times will somehow change my opinion and/or sway my vote (don’t get me wrong, seeing a few more “Nader 4 Prez” would make me smile or maybe “Bob Barr  - ‘cause 72 Libertarians can’t be wrong”).  On a semi unrelated note, last month Obama came to Espanola and there were about 7 billion Obama signs posted throughout the city. Most of the signs were the typical ones that I’m sure dot the entire country, but some of them were hand made painted signs. The morning before someone went around and painted over these signs and put an “S” over the “B”. I thought it was funny…but, take note kiddies I don’t condone vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;I know I may ruffle a few feathers with this blog, that’s what’s so wonderful about being American, we all can express our views and feelings…and we don’t have to take anyone else’s if we don’t want to (someone should really inform Oprah about that). So this fine October day I would like to encourage all my fellow Americans who aren’t registered to vote to get registered. If you don’t vote, I don’t want to hear you complaining about it later. &lt;br /&gt;At this point the tide is shifting and we are down to the wire which means even more playground mud slinging campaign ads. So, take heart, close your eyes and hold on tight, and grin and bear it, and all the other clichés you can think of, it’ll all be over in a month. So, what do you think about all this political hoopla?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-4680373606674065555?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/4680373606674065555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=4680373606674065555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4680373606674065555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4680373606674065555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/eenie-meanie-miney-moe.html' title='Eenie, meanie, miney, moe...'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6340349357878437933</id><published>2008-10-06T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:50:04.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come listen to a Prophet's voice!</title><content type='html'>Well, I couldn’t possibly let the day pass by without noting the super General Conference!! Although I had to endure the torture of school all day yesterday (it really was like torture…luckily I barely escaped with my fingernails still attached) I did get to watch conference yesterday night (I cannot stop singing the praises of the greatest invention of the 21st century…the DVR). I still have one more session waiting for me to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share with you some of the highlights that really stood out to me.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, how cool is it that they announced 5 new temples?!!? I will admit that I was one of those who gasped audibly at the Rome Italy temple. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a really strange, possibly unhealthy, obsession with Italy…now in a few years I will have yet another stop on my “someday” tour of the Mediterranean. &lt;br /&gt;There were so many wonderful talks that I couldn’t just pick one favorite. It seemed to me that a lot of the conference focused on hope. I really enjoyed listening to Elder Wirthlin talking about learning to laugh. Elder Holland’s talk about angels, both seen and unseen made me cry. Of course President Uchtdorf’s discourse on hope was amazing and really touched my heart. I think that sometimes we get so caught up in the everyday that we forget to have joy and hope. I know I get mired down in my own self pity, trials and problems way too often when I know that I am truly blessed beyond my own comprehension. So it’s my new resolve to follow President Monson’s council to find joy in the journey, because whether we notice it or not, change is always happening and it goes quickly. It’s like all of the talks were connected in a way. I love that we have a loving Father in Heaven who wants us to be happy and sends us prophets to guide us through troubled times, both on a global and on a personal level. &lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorite part of conference was the primary choir on Saturday afternoon. I loved that they were trying so hard to be reverent, even when you could tell that they could see themselves in the monitor and were trying not to look. My very favorite part was when one of the boys in the choir was singing with his hands in his pockets and his buddy next to him must have reminded him that he wasn’t supposed to have them in his pockets so he jerked them out with a face that obviously said “there are you happy now?”&lt;br /&gt;If you missed conference this weekend…don’t despair! You can still watch all of them at lds.org or wait until Thursday and they will have the print version.&lt;br /&gt;So, what were some of your impressions from conference?...and Hurrah for Israel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6340349357878437933?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6340349357878437933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6340349357878437933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6340349357878437933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6340349357878437933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-listen-to-prophets-voice.html' title='Come listen to a Prophet&apos;s voice!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-4803844161189233219</id><published>2008-10-02T16:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:48:49.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FALLtastic!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I looked over a couple of the mountain ranges that surround my beautiful hamlet…my thought was ‘What the heck is wrong with the mountains?’ After a few minutes I realized that the diseased looking yellow/brown/red spots of the mountain were the symptoms of autumn. (Now that I know what it is, it is quite pretty) It seems like just last week I was complaining about how stinkin’ hot it is and now I’m wishing I had grabbed a sweater and am having to turn on the car’s heater in the morning. It’s that time of year again, the early morning air is crisp, the days are shorter and the trees are starting to shed. It’s fall once again! I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but I just love it. So, I decided I would compile a few of my favorite things (now as I am writing this Julie Andrews is singing in my head) about fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.HALLOWEEN!! This is definitely one of my top five favorite holidays (After Christmas, Thanksgiving, my birthday…which I totally consider a holiday, and flag day…okay, maybe before Flag Day but a definite toss up for the 4th of July). I love dress up and honestly how often do we get to play dress up as adults? By the way, I have changed my costume once again and yes…I did start planning my costume in August…I even started sewing it last month!!! Plus how great is it that we can legally petition complete strangers for candy and fully expect to get some?!! Whoever thought of this holiday was a GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The shorter days…I like waking up when it’s still dark and being able to stay up for hours in the dark. I totally sound like a vampire person but I can’t stay up late or wake up too early (it sounds like someone won’t let me, but honestly I’m too tired and can’t handle it and you do NOT want to be around me when I need some sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The smell…Am I the only one who loves the early morning smell of the air when it’s fall? It reminds me of being a kid and standing at the bus stop. I’m a little surprised that this is a positive memory, because honestly I wasn’t a fan of going to school most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Fall TV programming!!! I’m totally a dork but I love TV and enjoy living vicariously thru fictional characters…lets be honest, I know I will never get to really experience West Beverly Hills High School or be able to investigate any sort of crime (thank goodness) but I can enjoy the fake reality world of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.College football! I don’t claim to be a football aficionado, but I am a Cougar thru and thru. I can’t help but get excited for the thrill of victory! I am also one of those nuts who screams and yells at the top of my lungs at any sporting event I attend (even the ones that I only marginally understand). I do however understand football thanks to my uncle Tommy for explaining it my freshman year and taking my to my very first Cougar football game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love so many things about fall. So, tell me what are some of your favorite things about fall?....And GO COUGARS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-4803844161189233219?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/4803844161189233219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=4803844161189233219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4803844161189233219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4803844161189233219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-falltastic.html' title='It&apos;s FALLtastic!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6356858031430344976</id><published>2008-10-01T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:28:03.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not!</title><content type='html'>Happy October everyone!! The Halloween countdown is on...as is the BYU v. UNM homecoming game countdown. I hope you all are as excited as I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a devotional from the 'Time out for Women' website and found this gem in one posted by John Hilton III. I figured it made me laugh so I should share it with you all. The whole of the article was about persevering and not fearing. It gave me a boost today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrament meeting was about to begin and a mother couldn't find her son. She searched everywhere and finally located him sitting outside on the curb with his head in his hands. She said "Son, we have to go in now. Sacrament is about to start." He responds, "Mom, I’ll give you three reasons why I won’t go. 1. Nobody will talk to me, and 2. Nobody likes me. 3. I’m scared of the youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, “I’ll give you three reasons why you should go. 1. You need to take the Sacrament. 2. You’re 42 years old 3. You're the Bishop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it brightened your day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6356858031430344976?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6356858031430344976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6356858031430344976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6356858031430344976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6356858031430344976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-not.html' title='Fear Not!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3582379742634401007</id><published>2008-09-25T16:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:41:41.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did that guy just flash me?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel a great camaraderie with the human race. Often times this camaraderie is sorely tested when I am braving my daily commute. I spend A LOT of time in the car. My commute used to be approximately 30 minutes long until “the man” changed a big stretch of the drive from 65 MPH to a whopping 45 MPH and added an extra 15 minutes to the expedition. Now this is an each way ordeal so I spend a lot of time alone with my fellow commuters/human beings. Mostly they irritate me to no end and I sometimes try to return the favor. Admittedly I am a “granny” driver (this is in no way a derogatory term and I would proudly proclaim it in bumper sticker form if I actually believed in posting my every opinion and thought to the back of my car). I proudly abide the speed limit…within reason (okay, I usually keep it a couple of miles above…but only because I figure that no two speedometers and/or radar detectors can be calibrated to the exact correct measure…I know that I’m no scientist, but I do know the word calibrated…so that has to account for something). This apparently is going to kill most of the drivers with whom I am destined to share the road. I am often the target of a tailgate conspiracy (and yes, I am that jerk who will sometimes tap my brakes…and who often sees “the bird” fly past my window). I don’t love going the speed of molasses! I don’t love watching the bicyclist pass me in far shoulder! I don’t love being passed by snails or turtles or any other shelled animal! And yes, I usually am late too. But, I cannot fathom any person being able to frivolously flush away money on a speeding ticket. I know I sure can’t. So, while I have not yet honed my psychic spidey sense to the point of foreseeing any lurking law enforcement I will continue to be the 28 year old granny driver. &lt;br /&gt;However, once in awhile my faith in humanity is restored! Along my commute there is a particular spot where every branch of law loves to lay in wait in what most people affectionately refer to as a “speed trap.”  It is right at the bottom of a really big hill with a speed limit of 40 MPH. This is almost an impossibility, even for a granny driver like myself. Unless I want to spend thousands of dollars in brake replacements periodically, I too feel it my duty to go with the flow of traffic…aka the speed of light. So, I cannot tell you how grateful I am when fellow motorist will flash their lights to warn oncoming traffic of the trap ahead. For a few seconds I feel that we are joined together as a great secret army… comrades in arms (not in the scary communist way, but the good brotherhood sort of way)…against “the man.” So to all you flashers out there, I tip my figurative hat to you and tell you to keep up the flashing, I will do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3582379742634401007?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3582379742634401007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3582379742634401007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3582379742634401007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3582379742634401007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-that-guy-just-flash-me.html' title='Did that guy just flash me?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-2875953165838815423</id><published>2008-09-22T15:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:38:52.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt...put some green tea on it</title><content type='html'>It’s been kind of a crazy week. Let me give you the abridged version. A lot of school, a lot of work…a lot of things I don’t like doing (stupid being a grown-up, you ruin everything). In mutual last week we had a combined activity where the youth played a live-action clue game. It turned out pretty well and we had a fair number of people. Saturday I went to a jewelry party and did a lot of school stuff. I also had the opportunity to see the movies ‘Ghost Town’ and ‘The Women’ over the weekend. I highly recommend ‘Ghost Town’ to anyone with a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was also thinking about commercials. I have often expressed my dislike for watching or listening to commercials (yet I will generally watch the specials on funniest commercials…go figure). Thanks to the magic of DVR I no longer have to endure most of the torture that is commercials…except when I am on live TV (I still push the fast forward button continuously…you know, just in case). Well I came across some interesting commercials this weekend.  The first one that got my attention was for a dentist….in JUAREZ!! No joke! I know I live in NEW Mexico, but I’m at least a good eight hours from the border…and still in American territory. That wasn’t even the craziest part of the commercial, if I had called “NOW”, they would have arranged free transportation to the best dentist in JUAREZ! I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t build my confidence a whole lot. Of course, my imagination was going wild about inadvertently becoming a drug mule while being sedated for some dental work (bet they don’t advertise that in the commercial!). The second commercial that really stood out was for the WWE. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a commercial snob…I don’t hold one brand or product to a higher standard than the next…my standard isn’t even very high for any commercial. Although I respect many a WWE fan, I cannot in good conscience let this one pass. When the phrase “ladder match” comes up, it makes me question the validity of this “sport.” Apparently a “ladder match” is a wrestling match performed ON ladders…to get the title belt, which of course is dangling from the ceiling (I know that is where I would keep my belt if ever I got one). I don’t think my response was what they were going for when they were marketing this event. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wonder if I am the only person who thinks that they are putting green tea in EVERYTHING!?!?!?!?!....from lip gloss, to shampoo, to joint pain cream…you name it, I bet green tea can make it better! Apparently green tea is the miracle cure we’ve all been anxiously awaiting. Who knew!?!&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what commerical you love/hate the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-2875953165838815423?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/2875953165838815423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=2875953165838815423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2875953165838815423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2875953165838815423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-in-doutput-some-green-tea-on-it.html' title='When in doubt...put some green tea on it'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-3710955281888173654</id><published>2008-09-15T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:02:30.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorillas are cute...but I don't want to marry a gorilla!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we all have our celebrity crushes…some a little more strange and disturbing than others. I think this is because they give us an outlet from our humdrum lives of normalcy to the exciting world of fake dreams and unrealistic expectations. The return of the ‘New Kids on the Block’ has sparked a debate between me and my good friend Cecilia. Most gals from my generation know what this debate is, it usually goes something along the lines of …I love Donnie…I love Joey…etc. This was a common theme of conversations throughout my elementary recess time. With the return of this boy band (why do they call it a band when none of them even pretend to play an instrument?...I suppose that’s one for the philosophers) many of these old conversations are reemerging. I will take a moment now (even though I know I may lose a few readers due to this admission) to note the fact that I do not love any of the New Kids (Or should say Old kids) and have been vehemently opposed to their regime since the playground days. Cecelia, on the other hand, (who knows my of my indifference to NKOTB and yet we remain friends) is mad about Danny…don’t worry, I’m sure her husband is aware of this obsession. Now, to me Danny in his younger days looked like a gorilla but now looks like a Ken doll who has had his face melted ever so slightly. Of course I can’t tell on her without telling on myself. I love Dwayne Johnson and LL Cool J and actually carry on an unhealthy obsession of my own. (My dad actually called me on DJ's b-day...we celebrated by going out to dinner...we were going to take a cut-out of him with us but figured other people would be perturbed by our craziness...not something I usually put on display...but sometimes I just can't hide it). We both have a thing for quirky British actors (which is some kind of inexplicable thing…I think there must be something hypnotic about a foreign accent) and also for Anderson Cooper (maybe it the silver hair and fact that his teleprompter makes him sound incredibly smart). &lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy the secret obsessions (totally could be the name of a fragrance) of celebrity crushes, there is one thing that I can not tolerate….celebrities who think their opinion is more important than mine. I consider myself relatively well educated and informed. Just because you are rich and have chosen to give up your privacy for the sake of wealth…you don’t get to choose what I think about things!! Okay…that was a bit too serious…but that is my rant today.&lt;br /&gt;So…tell me who your celebrity crush is…Or you can leave me silly NKOTB lyric...'Ahh it's so crazy, you're like baby, I'm like Swayze" (from the song Dirty Dancing...no joke)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-3710955281888173654?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/3710955281888173654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=3710955281888173654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3710955281888173654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/3710955281888173654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/gorillas-are-cutebut-i-dont-want-to.html' title='Gorillas are cute...but I don&apos;t want to marry a gorilla!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-4752455078202756545</id><published>2008-09-11T13:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:06:26.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be an American...and an Espanolian...is that a word?</title><content type='html'>Today being September 11th and all, I feel I should express my sentiments on being American. I was going to write an essay on what it means to be an American to me…but then I remembered that I’m not a 1950’s 3rd grader. So instead I will tell you a little about my American experience. I was pondering this as I was driving home from work last night as I passed the people selling newspapers on the street. In the city where I live, there is one main newspaper that is published weekly…and sold by newsies in the street (like the movie Newsies with significantly less singing and dancing…and I have yet to see one that looks like Christian Bale). They slow down traffic every Wednesday evening as people stop in the middle of the road to buy their paper…and I am sorely tempted to run them over (I haven’t yet committed vehicular manslaughter…but it is sometimes tempting). There is also a woman who wears a huge pioneer type bonnet as she sells papers out of the trunk of her car. I recently found out that we also have two prostitutes in our town! Who knew!! We call one of them the dog-faced prostitute and the other one we just call the other one….I’ll be honest I’ve never actually seen either of them but I hear they hang out around the abandoned Taco Bell building and since I don’t really have occasion to kick it in abandoned buildings, our paths haven’t crossed. We are also the low rider capitol of the world. I have a good friend who lives in Arizona who had to call me up to let me know she learned this about good ol’ Espanola in her Chicano studies class. We even have low rider bicycles…complete with velvet banana seats, chain handle bars and plenty of murals of the Virgin Mary…I even saw one of them yesterday. Even though we have our eccentricities, I’d say in a lot of ways we are pretty similar to most American towns. We shop at Walmart, we eat at Chile’s, we love our stadium seating movie theatre (shout out to Dream Catcher Theatres…way to go on your expansion, mad props on the 10 screens and more bathroom stalls), and we cruise the Sonic’s (we have ‘em on each end of town to make a good loop…even though now they extend them to the gas station in front of the Walmart with their tricked out cars…and block the parking lot, but that’s a rant for another day). &lt;br /&gt;I think that there are so many interesting and wonderful things about being American! What I think is so great is that everyone’s experience is a little different and so much the same. Let me know some of your unique American experiences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-4752455078202756545?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/4752455078202756545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=4752455078202756545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4752455078202756545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/4752455078202756545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/proud-to-be-americanand-espanolianis.html' title='Proud to be an American...and an Espanolian...is that a word?'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6517588435526901990</id><published>2008-09-08T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:36:55.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check one, check one, syphilis, syphilis</title><content type='html'>It’s that time of year again, the New Mexico air smells of roasting green chile and the weather is starting change ever so slightly. IT’S STATE FAIR TIME!!!! So me and my homie (okay it was just my sis) headed to Albuquerque for the 70th-ish state fair (they announced what number it was while we were there but I was too mesmerized by a mermaid and some diving people to really pay attention). It was a blast! We mostly went to see the state fair concerts (Blake Shelton and Gary Allen for you country fans…who actually may be interested) but spent a good four hours looking at a bunch of strange things that don’t normally occupy my day (see above mentioned mermaid). There was a petting zoo…complete with miniature pigmy goats, a kid’s jump rope team (who even knew these existed outside of the Disney channel?!?!), “rainforest animals” doing tricks (it was actually just a single monkey…and yes they played the Tarzan sound track), some freaky china dolls (they actually had “Donny and Marie” dolls), and a whole lot of “New Mexico” junk that they were trying to peddle (honestly, how many dream catchers does one person need?). The best part of this and I would submit any fair has to be the food!!! Where else can you pay $20 for a thimble full of fresh squeezed lemonade…with actual pulp and seeds? Plus, who doesn’t love seeing a fellow fairgoer eating an entire turkey leg and ear of corn…not since medieval times has food been so handy. I must admit that I did succumb to the siren call of the cotton candy…it does have a mystic hold over me. &lt;br /&gt;The concerts were GRRRRRRRRREAT (in my head Tony the tiger just read that last sentence). I must say that I did enjoy the Blake Shelton one better. He was very entertaining and personable…and his sound guy was awesome (I could actually understand what he was saying when talking). The show was fast paced and entertaining and he played familiar songs. Gary Allen’s was good as well but the sound quality was poorer and I didn’t know a lot of his songs…plus he had one too many guitar rifts for my taste. On his plus side he did do like 4 encores and did rise up out of the floor. Overall it was a great day! We got home about 2 am and I had to get up in the morning to take the YW hiking! It was awesome (note the sarcasm)!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it wasn’t actually that bad. We only hiked about 3 miles and saw a lot of ruins. It was pretty cool. I had fun with the girls that went. They had me laughing the entire time. At one point the park had planted two small corn stalks in the middle of the trail…I think as a way to point out what the original inhabitants would have eaten (like we don’t know what corn is). One of the YW responded by saying, “Cool! We should jack it!” (Why would we want to jack corn stalks is beyond me…they were only two feet tall with no corn) Obviously we have to have a lesson on “jacking” other people’s stuff. Needless to say we didn’t end up jacking anything…that I’m aware of. The other leader and I had a great time explaining the zombies and other things along the way (we didn’t want to buy the guide book that explained what things actually were, so we kinda made some stuff up). It was a great weekend. Hopefully yours was great too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6517588435526901990?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6517588435526901990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6517588435526901990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6517588435526901990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6517588435526901990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-one-check-one-syphilis-syphilis.html' title='Check one, check one, syphilis, syphilis'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-5794371733832291785</id><published>2008-09-04T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:50:24.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Silver Bullet!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was home alone for several hours…which is usually the beginning of trouble. So, I got to thinking (a dangerous pastime, I know) about what to have for dinner. I took some chicken out of the freezer and stuck it in the oven and that’s when the wheels started turning in my head. Hmmm…what could I possibly make to go along with chicken….RICE!!! Okay, for background purposes I must inform you at this point that my experience with rice is limited to microwaved minute rice…of which I’m probably the greatest chef EVER. Well, I decided that I could probably make some kind of interesting rice and I would try making real rice (as opposed to the fake minute rice). After several attempts to make it look like regular rice I have come to the following conclusion: It turns out that I can’t make regular rice. My sister (aka my favorite guinea pig) was kind enough to try it when she got home. Her response was….hum, its kinda mushy and crunchy at the same time (which was a very adept observation even to my biased opinion). Just so everyone doesn’t think that I’m a terrible cook, I want you to know that it tasted pretty good…it just had a pretty funky texture. The chicken turned out D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!! It was so good I had to spell it. It was the result of a different kitchen experiment several months ago which turned out to be a stroke of genius…which we repeat on a fairly consistent basis (I call it Cesar parmesan chicken…or tasty for short). &lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, today is my car’s second birthday! I can’t believe how fast time goes; it seems just like yesterday that we were still in that new car smell stage. We’ve been through so much…many thousands of miles of fond road trips, a couple of moves, two flat tires, a new side view mirror, and a lobotomy (that’s right a lobotomy…we went though a freak change out of engine computer chip this last summer).  It really has been a great ride so far…get it, a great ride…and I look forward to many more great miles and years. So, go out and have a cupcake…to celebrate the Silver Bullet, I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-5794371733832291785?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/5794371733832291785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=5794371733832291785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5794371733832291785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/5794371733832291785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthay-silver-bullet.html' title='Happy Birthday Silver Bullet!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-6854738694706734657</id><published>2008-09-02T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:17:41.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Three Year Old Ruined My Dark Knight!</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day!! Okay, so it’s a day late…and a dollar short. I hope you’re not expecting to get paid by reading this. It will only enrich your life marginally, if at all, and definitely not financially. So I was thinking about why we celebrate Labor Day. So being the inquisitive person I am…I googled it. (I’ll be honest, if it weren’t for the internet and the joy of google, I would be a lot less educated on the trivial facts that I tend to fill my brain with...like Lou Diamod Phillips was born Lou Diamond Upchurch...nothing useful mind you, but I do know a plethora of random facts on stupid things which will be of no use to anyone in this life or the next. I also wouldn’t have bothered looking up any information on this or most other subjects that I wonder about). So in case you were wondering…. “Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.” So to honor the hard working achievements of my fellow Americans…I did absolutely nothing yesterday. I watched other people work in a several hour marathon of Dirty Jobs on the Discovery channel. I didn’t even get out of my pajamas (apparently the neurons in my brain associate “labor-day” with “lazy-day”, it’s practically the same thing…right?) I did do a couple of productive things…I experimented with a new dinner. Experiment being the key word. Let’s just say that it is not something that I will be trying again in the future. Just FYI, orange was not the color I was going for…and it tasted about as good as it sounded. I finally gave up trying to eat it half way through…we resorted to having cookie dough for dinner (the one major upside to being a grown-up). At least dinner ended on a high note! &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was good too. Friday I babysat for a friend whose husband is into downloading movies. I watched Wall-E (unless you’re REALLY into robot love, I wouldn’t waste my time). I was going to watch Batman after the kiddies were in bed…but due to some unforeseeable events involving a three year old and the remote, that plan didn’t quite work out. So, the moral of this tale….I still haven’t seen Dark Knight. While going to watch House Bunny I saw a preview for a tv show with Christian Slater…with split personalities!!! I know, I had to pinch myself too!! I will leave you with my favorite quote of the weekend from the preview of this show… “Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ve got a split personality…and so do I.” Can’t wait for this gem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-6854738694706734657?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/6854738694706734657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=6854738694706734657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6854738694706734657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/6854738694706734657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-year-old-ruined-my-dark-knight.html' title='A Three Year Old Ruined My Dark Knight!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-8532009123916504741</id><published>2008-08-28T12:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:18:57.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop yelling at me Lenny Kravitz!!</title><content type='html'>The thought crossed my mind last night when on my way home from work as I reached over to change the radio station ‘Why is Lenny Kravitz yelling at me?’ Has anyone else had this sensation? I suppose I was lost in my thoughts as the music in my car settled into the background until I was rudely interrupted by Mr. Kravitz giving me a what’s for in the form of a song. I don’t pretend to be a connoisseur of good music. Some may actually say I have no taste in music at all. I don’t have an extensive music collection or even own an i-pod for that matter. I don’t stick a particular genre of music…one minute you may hear a rap song…followed by a country song…followed by a little Dean Martin…followed by a little Justin Timberlake…blaring from my car on any given day. I’m an equal opportunity listener….unless you are a commercial (as anyone who has ever sat in a car or watched television with me can attest to). Is it really too much to ask that you don’t yell at me? (I know, I know…some of you are thinking ‘Well why don’t you just turn it down princess (this is the new nickname I just decided on trying out…feel free to use it at your leisure) ?’…the answer to that of course is that I refuse to be old and will therefore listen to my radio as loud as I want especially when flying solo).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a little less of a ranting front….I had so much fun with the Young Women last night!  For those of you who may or may not know, I’m the YW pres in my ward. I’ve had this calling for a little over a year now… and needless to say it can sometimes present something of a challenge. Last night the girls had planned to “learn to sew” which roughly translates to me having to “teach sewing” to the YW. Let’s just say that I was less than enthusiastic about the prospect (especially following the great tablecloth disaster  of ’08…lets just say the RS won’t be asking us to help with service anytime soon). So…I decided to go back to the basics…we were learning how to sew buttons on a swatch of material (FYI it is the material I bought for my Halloween costume…I was going to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz…but now I’m not…it’s a long story but it ends with fangs and a toupee). After the button sewing fun, we ended the night with paper airplanes (one of which got stuck on the roof of the church), delicious bread (this is funny because it was lemon cake and was actually blessed as delicious bread in our closing prayer), and lots of giggles. Overall a good time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-8532009123916504741?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/8532009123916504741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=8532009123916504741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/8532009123916504741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/8532009123916504741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-yelling-at-me-lenny-kravitz.html' title='Stop yelling at me Lenny Kravitz!!'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-1220340600809188290</id><published>2008-08-26T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:25:27.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mormon 500</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was pretty eventful. I took myself a 4 day weekend from the stress of work. Okay, so my job isn’t that stressful…but who couldn’t use a four day weekend, right? Friday was my mom’s birthday and so my parents made the loooooong trek from the far reaches of the badlands of New Mexico to Espanola. It’s only about a 6 hour drive but with long stretches of nothing broken up by little towns with nothing it feels like it’s at least a 3 day trip. On the plus side, you do go through Roswell and the McDonald’s is built like a spaceship! &lt;br /&gt;So, it was a birthday weekend extravaganza…which we celebrated by going stake conference. I’m not exactly sure when it happened but somewhere along the way I apparently became an adult. I realized this while at the “adult” session of stake conference on Saturday night. I live now in the same ward and consequently in the same stake I grew up in. People actually come and shake my hand like they know me…separate from my parents. Totally weird! I don’t feel like I should be hobnobbing with the grown-ups but I find myself in that situation over and over again. I told my mom that I’m not a grown-up I just play one at church. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we were on our way again to conference and that is when the race is really on!! THE MORMON 500!!!! Okay, so it generally takes about 45 minutes to drive to our stake building from our house. There are several other wards coming from the same direction to descend early on the sleepy city of Santa Fe. It’s really surprising the speed and agility of those Mormons. And they usually pretend they don’t see or recognize you (even though you just saw them at Sam’s club the night before yesterday’s conference). I think I actually saw a guy wearing driving gloves! It really is like being in a race for your life…your celestial life! The race begins at least a half hour before conference actually begins. I assume the reasoning for the race has to do with the limited number of cushioned pews at the church. As one missionary put it, it is the celestial section of conference. The atmosphere is more subdued (I’m not sure if its reverence or smugness over the fact that these people get to be the cushion sitters….as you can tell I wasn’t celestial material). The next group of course is the terrestrial section. (I always seem to land in this group) Just past the pews it’s the few rows that still try to maintain some semblance of reverence while sitting uncomfortably on folding chairs in the gym. The decibel level is just a bit higher than the celestial sitters and it’s a lot easier not to pay so much attention to the speakers…they definitely can’t see you as well when you accidentally nod off anyway…as long as you don’t fall off your metal folding chair. The last section of course is the telestial group. This is the group that doesn’t even try to pretend that they aren’t sitting on metal at the back of a gym. They carry on conversations, color, play games and spread out on the floor for nap time…this is the adults of course. This is usually the general area where, during a prayer you hear a loud thud and then crying come from (those badminton games sure can get out of hand). There of course is the outer darkness group who sit in the kitchen making lunch instead of even coming into the same room as actual conference. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I made it though another round. It’s time again to start my training for the next go round of the Mormon 500. Maybe in 6 months I will actually make it to the celestial seating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-1220340600809188290?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/1220340600809188290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=1220340600809188290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1220340600809188290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/1220340600809188290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/08/mormon-500.html' title='The Mormon 500'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176864910310657016.post-2060978013129267898</id><published>2008-08-20T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:38:18.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Well, since the rest of the world has joined the blogging world I figured I would join in too. In case you were wondersing I guess the answer would be yes, I would jump off a bridge if my friends did. Since I get to stalk some of my favorite people I figured I should make it equal opportunity and start one too even though I will warn you all now that my life isn't super exciting or interesting. Once in awhile I have interesting thoughts that I wish I had some outlet to realease them. After reading this you may all be cursing Bill Blog...or whomever it was that invented the blog. Last weekend my sister and I were out and about shopping. We stopped for lunch at the Eatza Pizza buffet and arcade. (Great idea, crappy food...don't buy into the hype.) Well, the mens Olympic water polo team was playing on the 72 big screens surrounding our table. Is it just me or does Olympic water polo look like code for professional keep away? Don't get me wrong...I have to give mad props to the stamina of these athletes, and I can more than appreciate their svelte physique, but when the go-to move seems to be the fake-out pass I begin to see the similarities to my skills in the timeless tradition of water keep away. Maybe I've just been a secret agent water polo player in disguise...okay, maybe not...but it definitely gives me something to think about.  Well, this is probably the sort of drivel that you can expect...if you choose to stalk me too. Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4176864910310657016-2060978013129267898?l=akwoodson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/feeds/2060978013129267898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4176864910310657016&amp;postID=2060978013129267898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2060978013129267898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176864910310657016/posts/default/2060978013129267898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akwoodson.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Amanda Woodson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880920451536523103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
