No joy in Mudville this week. The Dodgers lost to the Phillies in 5 games - no National League pennant and no trip to the world series. And BYU got creamed by TCU 32-7. No trip to a BCS bowl, and no conference championship. (Say it ain't so, Bronco!) I'd cry in my beer, but since I don't drink, I'm left with wallowing in self-pity and sad country songs.
Hi, my name's Tracie and I'm a Mormon. That being said, I've provided enough context for the conversation I had with the receptionist at work today: Christy: (Showing me a photo) What picture is this movie from? Me: Mmmm, Serendipity maybe? Christy: No...you should know this. Me: I should? Christy: (Finally) It's from the movie "Charlie"! Me: How would I know that? I don't watch Mormon movies. They're dumb. Now that I've let the cat out of the bag, I guess I should also confess that I also don't listen to Mormon pop music (other than the original recording of The Forgotten Carols), or read Mormon fiction. So sue me. Let's face it, it's not like most of them are of real quality anyway. When it comes to Mormon music, I'll stick with my MoTab and the hymns of Zion.
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