Last Saturday, the good brother, along with awesome sister-in-law #1 and Nephew #2, met me at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple for a family temple excursion. I had found several names of ancestors which I'd found using the Take a Name app, and this was a great opportunity to do some temple service together. It was my first time performing proxy baptisms since probably my college years, and it was a special morning. So fun to be there with family, and especially with my nephew, who is beginning his own tradition of temple service.
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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