I did the unthinkable a couple of weeks ago. I finally broke down and joined Facebook. I'd been holding out, not wanting to really connect, thinking people only wanted to keep in touch in case they needed to sell me insurance or needed a place to stay for General Conference. Finally, it occurred to me, that in a way, I was being prideful at refusing to join. The way the world is these days, being successful is all about networking. And how could I be successful if I was basically refusing to take advantage of a networking opportunity. So the next day I signed up. And so far it's been interesting. I've reconnected with some old friends from High School, as well as with people from my life here in Salt Lake. And it's been nice to hear from everyone. I still don't have any space to offer anyone for General Conference, but if you want someone to write on your wall, I'm your girl.
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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