HarRY PoTteR

When Woody and I first got married we moved into his grandparent's basement apartment up in Alpine. This meant that everyday we had at least 45 minutes to drive to Provo and then another 45 minutes to drive back home. As such we started the habit of listening to books on tape. During this time we listened to the Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites books and also... Harry Potter. It has been a few months now and I am again re-reading Harry Potter. I LOVE HARRY POTTER!! I think that I am partially (completely) obsessed. I started with the third book and I am now on the fifth. Don't worry I will finish them all before school begins therefore I won't have them as distractions. I also love watching the movies and it drives woody bonkers how often I suggest we watch them.. But just so you know I am SO EXCITED for the seventh movieS to come out.. I'm going to the midnight showing.... maybe, I want to but we'll see.

NEW BLOG

dear readers,

this blog seems to be broken as it does not show when we update and as such have less readers... BUMMER so i decided to make a new one. You can find it at: woodyandamy.blogspot.com just switch the order of our names! happy blog reading!!!

New Blog!!

Welcome to Woody and my new blog! Our old blog broke :( it no longer showed when we updated so I felt like we were getting less love... SO SAD! Any who enjoy my ramblings on the new blog

Tuesday

Today has been.. interesting. I woke up first thinking..." what day is it?" (usual question) "O it's Friday....why is my alarm going off?.... What time is it?... Am I supposed to go to work?"..... and then I caught on, "O, wait, it's only Tuesday. And yes time to get up to go to work"
Major Bummer to both realizations

So I get up and I still have nasty breath from the late dinner last night which consisted of some onions... YUCK (don't worry I DID brush my teeth last night). Get ready for work - gurggle some serious mouth wash and head out.
At work: I currently sound like a frog cuz my throat is feeling funny, I've got like head cold feeling in my head and it's pretty chilly in the office.. so I put a blanket over the AC unit, that helped.

The assignment at work today: answer phone calls of old ladys with great ideas for us to film in Washington, page people over the intercom (not my favorite), be surrounded by boxes and boxes, and put stickers on candy bars.. normally one would think then that my desk would smell of delicious chocolate (o that sounds heavenly) but no.. the stickers smell like, uh vinegar?? maybe either way they stink, my hands stink, my desk stinks....

So cheers to a Tuesday that's worse than a Monday, talk about Tuesday blues

Born to be a King/Queen

My good friend Alex Bourne is currently serving a mission in Honduras and in his weekly e-mail he mentioned an article from the Liahona that I would like to share with you. The article is by Bishop Vaughn J Featherstone from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. the first story of the article is this:

Many years ago I heard the story of the son of King Louis XVI of France. King Louis had been taken from his throne and imprisoned. His young son, the prince, was taken by those who dethroned the king. They thought that inasmuch as the king’s son was heir to the throne, if they could destroy him morally, he would never realize the great and grand destiny that life had bestowed upon him.

They took him to a community far away, and there they exposed the lad to every filthy and vile thing that life could offer. They exposed him to foods the richness of which would quickly make him a slave to appetite. They used vile language around him constantly. They exposed him to lewd and lusting women. They exposed him to dishonor and distrust. He was surrounded 24 hours a day by everything that could drag the soul of a man as low as one could slip. For over six months he had this treatment—but not once did the young lad buckle under pressure. Finally, after intensive temptation, they questioned him. Why had he not submitted himself to these things—why had he not partaken? These things would provide pleasure, satisfy his lusts, and were desirable; they were all his. The boy said, “I cannot do what you ask for I was born to be a king.”

I really love this story because all of us are princes and princesses of a King, our Heavenly King. All of us are also constantly introduced to and surrounded with the vile things of the world. But like this prince we too can resist for we are all born to be Kings and Queens. So to all: lift your head up and reply to the world, "I cannot do what you ask for I was bron to be a king!!!"