Both of the Oregon sibs and their families were here to have Thanksgiving with us, and as our last activity together, the teens and the grownups all descended upon the Oquirrh Mountain Temple yesterday morning to perform temple ordinances on behalf of some of our ancestors. It's not often I get to attend the Temple with family, let alone nieces and nephews, so it was quite a moment for me. It was a very cold and blustery day, but it was a blessing to all be together. And hopefully our ancestors appreciated our efforts.
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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