Nelly's Not The Prophet!!

<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tgetCrLLkZ2p93OtSzLcAWR5zw0-4J3RTcAk-KEAyh53J5dYWJMv71kM7ASo-VUvmX9SlRhpuJjp2wUShM-V4DuGNIeuFM458xHKvvTeHey3ZAleGk0zlt4CebmCZ-nnEGz5HHLTuREb/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tgetCrLLkZ2p93OtSzLcAWR5zw0-4J3RTcAk-KEAyh53J5dYWJMv71kM7ASo-VUvmX9SlRhpuJjp2wUShM-V4DuGNIeuFM458xHKvvTeHey3ZAleGk0zlt4CebmCZ-nnEGz5HHLTuREb/s320/2.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><p>Brothas and Sistas, Nelly is a rapper not the Prophet! When he wrote the song: IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE - SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES, that was not a revelation and he was not taking to us. Really I should just say sistas cause the brothas are keeping their clothes on (even the pre and post mission clothes from 5 years ago... Shout out to brotha Stephen L , I kinda got your back, I said KINDA) :). Now this is something that ya'll won't hear at General Conference. Why you ask, cause the General Relief Society President is more like Aunt Bea and less like Madea. However, there's a few members of the church that are like **Madea and if you ever have the opportunity to meet them you will gain an immediate testimony of modesty, or want to leave the church.<br /><br />I know you're wondering how I know all this, and if I've had the opportunity to meet such refreshingly honest women... Well, let's just say I have a testimony of modesty! Yes, it was baptism by fire! No, there are no pictures! Yes, I feel blessed and highly favored! Yes, my feelings were hurt! No, I didn't leave the church. Yes sistas all is well in zion... Now!<br /><br />Stop trying to make things sexy that aren't. If a police woman walked up to my car to give me a ticket dressed the way some of the female officers dress for Halloween, I would have her arrested for sexual assualt. Nobody wants to see a pregnant nun, or stripper L.D.S. Missionary, it ain't cute! Sistas let's stop trying to make stuff sexy thats not sexy! Nurses, really? A maids costume? If your answer is yes, don't be surprised if your husband expects you to clean in that. When did animals become sexy? Animals... Really? Some of the most profound things I've learned in my adult life I've learned from my Madea. Who would probably tell us not to let Halloween turn nice housewives into modest hoes.<br /><br />It's time for us to return back to basics! Where being an animal meant being fully clothed. Dressing like a nurse meant if you walked into a hospital they'd put you to work. And dressing like a maid meant you looked like you could clean places where dirt and dust collected, not that you were trying to collect other peoples husbands. Sistas we have got to stop trying to look like "sexy teens", so that our teens won't be trying to look like "sexy women". We are all beautiful, and some of us really do have "sweet spirits". It's time that we once again proclaim, "I'm Mormon, I can't". No, let's switch that "I'm Mormon, I won't". I won't dress immodest, I won't be the Naughty Angel, no matter how heavenly it might seem. I won't embarrass my whole entire church by going on Dr. Phil (my own personal issue thought I'd throw it in). Sistas I'm not trying to throw ya'll under the bus, I'm just saying we have gotten outta control. Lets save something for our husbands in the privacy of our own homes. There's no need for us to try to solve all the unsolved mysteries of Halloween. Our new motto should be we are "treats not tricks" . Please stop telling folks " I'm a dead swimmer" so you can wear a bikini (Renee)!<br /><br />We don't really want our dear Prophet to have to address this issue again. Asking us how we went from being Celestial Wholesome Queens on the 30 of Oct., to Naughty, Naked, and Obscene on 31 of Oct. What a difference a day makes! I don't want President Monson calling Madea. Don't be fooled, the LDS Church has a couple different versions of Madea! Trust me, we got a Madea that speaks every language, even suburbia. What are your thoughts on Halloween? All caution has a cost - "I'm taking my garments off"!! Or does being modest make you spiritually strong - "I'm keeping my garments on"!<br /><br /><br />** (Mother Dear = usually grandma, sometimes an older woman in the community not always related. Almost always Black) is about to educate ya'll without putting you through the public humiliation. </p><p>Sista Beehive</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a> </p>

Nelly's Not The Prophet!!

Brothas and Sistas, Nelly is a rapper not the Prophet! When he wrote the song: IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE - SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES, ...

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Don't Make Us Do the Sheri Dew

Ok guys, I hate to pick on you, but you make yourselves such easy targets. I don’t know what it is, but some of the worst pick up lines I have ever heard come from Mormon men. Maybe it’s because they don’t drink, does drinking give you swagger? Every time I hear “My <a href="http://mi.byu.edu/publications/jbms/?vol=3&num=2&id=59">Liahona</a> is pointing at you?” I throw up in my mouth, just a little. Come on are you serious, and that doesn’t even sound right. If the ratio of men to women at BYU weren’t 5 women for every 1 man, no one would be getting hitched. <br /><br />MoMen you have seriously got to find some swagger and find it fast! LDS women are getting savvy. We’re not supposed to drink caffeine, but we know how to DO THE DEW!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398102327930927490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjJLBvWuiFfkW-N53DFJfN75pFznv-4wYToEb1r8hDefiiclKkAigbfCfJO3ERcOy2trJJAQu5I1eDsRRrB0r7GcbiZz1nqyZg2XvPoZh-ZRK2dS9d9nZAn69pkAQ1yWs3wtDgBvzAM0/s200/1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 142px;" /><a href="http://deseretbook.com/auth/14/Sheri_L_Dew">Sheri L. Dew</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In 2003, she was described as <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“the most prominent single LDS woman right now”.<br /></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnx1pwhSqghqvZyGkEVtGbtKZXJ5F2LulIkFe5GDQIQz6iZrq_DWcf7YOrBPqoYpUMqfekcIjTP3-WMC9u5Uel0on2ybgdcpWodSLybdx0nwTEFW87rE9xOSRx0S6hr3Xliek_InHXOTk/s1600-h/1.jpg"></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398102335575309026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbbPW3wZdiKPR59KFK2gOPw3TKz7fT3QBBJ8ZFJLr6fvooJgp12cl1Cg09t_XhPFREjKypPiDPOsj_5WCZSdV-_plVj61LGT1OCkQ2Q6GD8hj3FWofcI27sN6LX7eGMPy8Osjqm-NVOw/s200/2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 146px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" />Now this is a Sista who is not having it, those rusty pick lines are not working on her. She can do bad all by herself. <br /><br />Look boys, going on a <a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/membership-in-christ-s-church/missionary-work?gclid=CL2U9amE450CFRhfagodNTyx3g">Mission</a> is nice and all, but I don’t care how cool you thought those clothes were two years ago, they are not in style anymore. Step your game up Brothas! Stop going to dances and saying how grateful you are for <a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/gs/h/9">Martin Harris</a>, cause if it weren’t for him we would be <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=9bbb0f9856c20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=e36d5f74db46c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">116 pages</a> further apart. Stop telling us you found a way for women to hold the priesthood, and then trying to get us to hug you.<br /><div><br />Now ladies, you know why they keep doing it? Cause some of ya’ll are giggling and acting like it’s cute. STOP! That’s why you end up married for 10 years and your man is still wearing his <a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/missionary">Missionary</a> suit.<br /><br />Ok guys, so you have now been officially schooled. We don’t want to hear it! D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CdxNVKFZFOCpaiS6_uXcsMcQihqjkosBbniIoZvMr10Li81SinJrxqo_Li4SuXl9wc4Ni5ibkag2AYwogXIRrARQLh9NTF47ExrpBrAHH3GwMDBttVwoDCC1iwom8WUq-0kS0gkP3SQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"></a>on’t tell us you recognize our name from your patriarchal blessing, that when you came to church you knew you would feel the spirit, but you didn’t know you would see an angel. We don’t want the gift of tongues bestowed upon us, and yes we do obey the <br /><a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/word-of-wisdom">Word of Wisdom</a> even though we are SMOKING…Hot.<br /></div><br />And Sistas, next time a fella steps to you and says some crazy ish like “If our bodies are a temple, where can I get a recommend to yours?” You better tell that fool he ain’t worthy!<br /><br />What are the worst pick up lines you've heard? MoMen don't be shy, which ones have you used? Are any of these lines actually working? Are you an RM who still wears their pre-Mission clothes? How long can a Missionary suit last?<br /><br /><div></div>Sista Laurel<br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a>

Don't Make Us Do the Sheri Dew

Ok guys, I hate to pick on you, but you make yourselves such easy targets. I don’t know what it is, but some of the worst pick up lines I ha...

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Testimony By Invitation Only

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCywzLyJpi84oyk5Ls1icPYl6513syMk4d7Ikxn0gnslTtFMk_WsDe_jBGM8BGJG1Fvy3UpOINYKjqnu2VTpPSCOw_rxe03zCwtVAJAVyA6Vew4x-qC1znGBG2dwX830v1-AqdABw_K6g/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359570753896210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCywzLyJpi84oyk5Ls1icPYl6513syMk4d7Ikxn0gnslTtFMk_WsDe_jBGM8BGJG1Fvy3UpOINYKjqnu2VTpPSCOw_rxe03zCwtVAJAVyA6Vew4x-qC1znGBG2dwX830v1-AqdABw_K6g/s200/4.jpg" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> I was once at a testimony meeting where a General Authority was visiting. A man stood up and said. "What do I need to do to be a G.A.? What do I need to do to be the first "Black Prophet"? Yes, he did! Yes, I laughed (not out loud). Yes, I wish I had a "Pink Panic Button" I would have pushed it as soon as he turned to look at the G.A. cause I knew it wasn't going to be good. It was wrong on so many different levels.<br /><br />If I had the Priesthood, testimony meetings would be run a little different. Yes, they would still be highly emotional. However, members would be able to bare testimonies by invitation only. There would be instructions on what a testimony is and how one should bare it. There would be a mandatory time limit on how long a testimony should take. Stories are acceptable, however, they would have to pertain to the testimony and must be a testimony that will strengthen members of the congregation. There would be consequences for those brothas and sistas that are always breaking the rules. I would call it the "Pink Panic Button".<br /><br />Although women are more emotional then men, we are less confrontational. I would never embarrass another brotha or sista by standing next to them and whispering in their ear that what they were saying was inappropriate, even if it was. Nor would I tug on a skirt or pant leg to let a person know that they've gone over the allotted time. I would simply push the "Pink Panic Button".<br /><br />When the pink button is pushed the floor underneath the speaker opens up and the speaker takes a wild slide ride that leads to a room where they would have to read the article where President Monson talks about building a strong testimony, until church was over. On second thought, I don’t want the priesthood, I just want to get the "Pink Panic Button" implemented fast!<br /><br />Sista Beehive<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a>

Testimony By Invitation Only

I was once at a testimony meeting where a General Authority was visiting. A man stood up and said. "What do I need to do to be a G.A.?...

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Saturday's War

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUaePQKyKaLIGwGVgiH8qL8UBWzx8qgZr_nDiJI1BwfUpk_TQpIh4XUtKzgzIy2Z61-wXQ9jJOX8tlhyphenhyphenM1Wb5jYAJbU7M1JJDXR81sPl3OIUP3JCoDnI_DAgH8511eghPWXal21Wfb4s/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397358167513566338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUaePQKyKaLIGwGVgiH8qL8UBWzx8qgZr_nDiJI1BwfUpk_TQpIh4XUtKzgzIy2Z61-wXQ9jJOX8tlhyphenhyphenM1Wb5jYAJbU7M1JJDXR81sPl3OIUP3JCoDnI_DAgH8511eghPWXal21Wfb4s/s200/3.jpg" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday.... For years we've all been striving (or should have been striving) to use our Saturdays to prepare for Sunday. I must admit that I haven't always felt eager to prepare for anything except Christmas and maybe a few birthdays... maybe. However, as I've taken on this particular challenge I find it extremely difficult to remain patient.<br /><br />My boys have a way of sneaking odd objects into our home without me finding out until it's time for me to do the laundry. In the boys room, I found a home made shank... I would like to think it's a B.O.M. weapon, and that my son was thinking like a "strippling warrior", however, I know it's just a product of our watching too much "Gangland" on the History Channel (T.M.I.).<br /><br />Anyways, I've become my mother... No Saturday morning cartoons until your room is cleaned, and you have what you're wearing to church out on your bed. With all the moaning and groaning I find it difficult not to take it to the next level of insanity. "What are you complaining for when I was your age we didn't have TiVo. When I missed a show I had to wait for a rerun!!" Don't get me started with the many memories of how things used to be... Remember when kids were afraid to talk back? Wow, I just had to save myself, I almost gave a shout out to "the good old days" which would have officially made me and my mother the same person. I'm not really there yet.<br /><br />I don't know if the suggestion to use Saturday to prepare for Sunday was to encourage family togetherness, or just really to be prepared for Sunday. I don't know if the Brothern realize that families all across the world are at war on Saturdays and on most Sundays some mothers shouldn't even look at the Sacrament tray lest they should catch fire and turn into ashes. I don't know how many more Saturdays I can keep my cool without having a "Drop Kick Me Jesus" moment! Brothas and sistas, the warring has got to stop, I'm in need of a treaty - any suggestions? Help keep a sista outta jail...<br /><br /><br />Sista Beehive<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a>

Saturday's War

Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday.... For years we've all been striving (or should have been striving...

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Never Raise Your Hand In Primary

<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuDXoN5XzBoyQANKrDzSCZlZGZEsOPMeti3toFEd78eFOQbnn5FaS0L8dXqwexlunA2PXzh_XHOQEUmUCBCkSFfuQSTS7Mz-caoqN5_ONubwOCD5PO0EJgSXqkGcdZRr_YAZPbEVt66dJ/s1600-h/53144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuDXoN5XzBoyQANKrDzSCZlZGZEsOPMeti3toFEd78eFOQbnn5FaS0L8dXqwexlunA2PXzh_XHOQEUmUCBCkSFfuQSTS7Mz-caoqN5_ONubwOCD5PO0EJgSXqkGcdZRr_YAZPbEVt66dJ/s320/53144.jpg" vr="true" /></a>I remember the first talk I ever gave. I was 5 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday. I even remember what the talk was about, I told a wonderful story about a boy named Timmy, and a butterfly. Do you want to know why I remember it so well, because it was traumatizing of course! Picture it...a family decides to move to America, a 5 year old girl and her Father travel months ahead of the rest of the family, to secure a place for the family to live.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div>After sometime in my new <a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/ward">Ward</a> I summoned up enough courage to raise my hand when they asked for volunteers to give a talk the following week in <a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/primary">Primary</a>. I was so excited to show my Father the slip of paper which said that I had to prepare a 2 minute talk. My Father was so proud, we went home and called the family to tell them the good news. My Mother was so happy, but so sad she would miss it. My father rushed me off the phone because he wanted to start preparing my talk immediately.<br /><br />He got out a blue spiral bound notebook and began to ask me what I wanted to speak about so he could write it down. My parents are converts and were never in Primary so I explained to my Dad that I had seen many talks now, and all he had to do was come into the Primary room next Sunday, kneel next to me at the pulpit, whisper the talk into my ear one line at a time, and then I would repeat it into the microphone. Nonsense! He said. I have never seen someone whisper a talk in someone’s ear. It happens all the time in Primary I assured him. He didn’t believe me. He asked me what the other children talk about. I told him that they usually told a story, that there was a magazine that had nice stories in it, and their parent’s whispered it in their ears and the children repeated them. He still didn’t believe me about the whispering in the ear part, but he consented that having a story that portrayed the message you were talking about was a good idea. He didn’t know what the magazine was and we didn’t have any children’s church books, so together we made up a story about a boy named Timmy and a butterfly. Hours later we had finally completed the talk and I was tired and ready for bed.<br /><br />The next day when I got home from school, after I had finished my homework I headed outside to play. Where do you think you are going my Dad said. To play I said. No, no, he said, you have to practice your talk. Practice! The talk wasn’t until Sunday, today was Monday, what was he talking about. Now I had lost the whisper the talk in my ear battle, but I had been reading for years, what was there to practice. I would just take the paper up there and read the talk. Read the talk he said, no that’s not how they do it you have to memorize it, at conference they don’t look down at the pulpit, they have their talks memorized. I was flabbergasted. This man who had never been to Primary a day in his life, was comparing my two minute talk to a conference talk.(Which by the way, they use teleprompters! Didn’t know that then, so couldn’t make that argument). I began to cry, I looked through the tears in my eyes, he wasn’t moved at all. This is where not having my Mother on the otherside of the world would have come in handy. I took the blue spiral notebook from his hand and walked into the living room and slumped into a chair and began to memorize my talk. Did I mention that this was just a simple Primary talk? What about that I was only 5, did I mention that? This was my life for the rest of the week. My Father would listen and correct me if I skipped a word. I began to despise Timmy and that stupid butterfly. <br /><br />At last Sunday came. My Father picked a hideous outfit for me, as he had been doing for the past few months, I was lucky if I eneded up with the same color shoes on my feet. My hair looked a hot mess. One fat braid sticking straight up from the middle of my head, another sticking directly out at the side of my head. I’m sure people thought I was homeless. When it was time to give my talk in Primary, I got to come up front and sit in the chairs behind the pulpit. I could see my Father sitting proudly at the back of the room. I was the second talk. As I watched the boy before me get up there and watched his mother lovingly whisper the words in his ear, I started to get mad. Why didn’t he listen? What was so wrong with whispering? Wasn’t he always telling me not yell and to whisper? Why couldn’t he do it? Why couldn’t I just read it? I really missed my Mother. When I got up to the pulpit I began my talk, I said it exactly like we had rehearsed it all week, I put the voice inflections right where Dad told me they should go, I stopped where there were periods and paused where there were commas, didn’t mess up once. When I had finsihed my talk my Dad looked up at me so pleased, and instead of going back to my seat I walked directly to him put my head on his shoulder and began to sob.<br /><br />He quickly picked me up and took me into the hall, and handed me his kercheif. He knelt down beside me and quietly asked me what was wrong. OH! Now he wanted to kneel beside me and whisper! I told him I wished he would have just done it the way everyone else had done it and whispered it to me, but you can read he tried to reason with me. I could have pretended I didn’t know how, I told him. I’m sorry he told me, I didn’t know what it was like, I never went to Primary, maybe next time…..NEXT TIME, was he insane, there would be no next time, that two minute talk had cost me playing outside for an entire week. I would be sitting on my hands from now on in primary when they asked for volunteers for anything, I would be looking confused like I didn’t speak English.<br /><br />As Primary ended people started leaving the room, my teachers and friends and other parents stopped in the hall to tell me how well I had done on my talk and how impressed they were. It made me feel a little better, you know how your parents say the same thing and you don’t want to hear it, but coming from a stranger it makes you smile. I dried my tears, and Dad and I headed home to call my Mother so I could recite my talk to her and beg her to come to America and comb my hair!<br /><br />Have a traumatizing talk story to share? Do you have that kid that is always volunteering for talks in Primary? Practice all week with your kid for a talk, then they get up there and stare at you and say nothing?<br /><br />Your Sista In the Gospel,<br />Sista Laurel<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a>

Never Raise Your Hand In Primary

I remember the first talk I ever gave. I was 5 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday. I even remember what the talk was about, I to...

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Titanic In the Living Room??

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboc87YFdKnnsSPS2XCEiyNl1KZwm66-cNJRmhhvc4g17HHb-qjeJYvmK1_lIcu46C4sy6nRqVi-f1G0DGhaCFcTMP5VpTBcyQDg70H5NFi24h9tcf8MKF6i5wn-f1bq2kDDiq4DxRLaw/s1600-h/7835_1049934784994_1724482799_112655_2670059_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396378927184427250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboc87YFdKnnsSPS2XCEiyNl1KZwm66-cNJRmhhvc4g17HHb-qjeJYvmK1_lIcu46C4sy6nRqVi-f1G0DGhaCFcTMP5VpTBcyQDg70H5NFi24h9tcf8MKF6i5wn-f1bq2kDDiq4DxRLaw/s400/7835_1049934784994_1724482799_112655_2670059_n.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" /></a><br />Saturday I attended a Non-Mormon wedding reception that was "Amazing"! I'm not saying that Mormon Receptions (aren't amazing lower case "a"). I'm just saying that sometimes "We" (Mormons) don't really know how to celebrate. Let me give you the run down... First of all everyone was Dressed "Dressed", you know what I'm saying!! It was the type of celebration that if you had on a floral dress with the lace collar you felt out of place and under dressed.<br /><br />The Ceremony was very nice. There was a Preacher! I'm talking a real Preacher... Sorry, I'm just really excited. He said, "If you wake up one morning and there is a Titanic in your living room, you know you've got a problem". He was talking about not going to bed angry, and how marriage is like a ship...Or cruz...Or Noah's Ark...Ya'll know I got ADD. I didn't get all of it because MamaRine was talking (sorry girl), yes, I'm calling you out! I don't think I've ever seen or witnessed a real Preacher breaking it down Preacher style in Utah County, robe and all! Made me want to rock with Jesus! Glory, Glory!<br /><br />Real Food!!! Yes, brotha's, real food!! There was something there for everyone. Red beans and rice, mac and cheese, veggie bar-b-que, salad, Haitian cold slaw, and many other dishes that were fantastic on the pallet, but to complicated for the vocabulary.<br /><br />Good music and dancing! Now I know what you're thinking, We dance. No boo, we don't dance at weddings. We have "A" dance, usually it's the bride and groom's dance, while the guest just watch. At this wedding there was dancing of course there was the bride and groom's dance. Then there was the family dance, the two step, the soul train line, new electric slide, and the electric slide! It was so much fun! The music was enjoyable and clean!! I mentioned clean because sometimes at LDS events people of color have to beg the DJ to play soul music, and as you are sitting there begging the DJ to play something that you (people of color) can groove too. You have to listen to him tell you that he can't play what you've requested because it's not appropriate... Really, you can't play "All The Single Ladies" but you can play " Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" Or "Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy"? Wow, it feels great to have music that everyone... or mostly everyone, can dance too.<br /><br />Let me not forget the "Shout Outs"! When the Bride and or Groom, grabs the mic and starts giving "shout outs". Shout Outs are given as a just in case, just in case I don't see you before the night is over. Just in case, I don't ever get another chance to say this again in my life. So the Groom gave a shout " It's amazing what the power of women can do. Everything you see here today, it's because these ladies made it happen! I just want to say Thank You to all of them!" Wow!! How many folks get to give a shout out or have received a much needed shout out! I'm giving a "Shout Out" to Mike P. the Groom, Thank You, for Thanking all the women who were able to help out(I wasn't one of those women who helped). To the women who did help put the conference hall together, the place looked so Beautiful!!<br /><br />Now I don't want ya'll having a fit, writing or trying to "call me out" which is different from a "shout out" talking about "Pleazzzze Mormons, do know how to throw a party!" I have been to a few LDS Weddings, that have "Rocked"! Having said that I know I talk about the appearance of things a lot, but for me it's important to dress the part!<br /><br />Let's recap:<br />Dress: (Non~Mormon) Nice Suit, Dress etc.<br />(Mormon) Nice Jeans (sometimes) Floral Dress w/ doily collar.<br /><br />Food: (Non~ Mormon) ~ Food, Food, Real Food!<br />(Mormon)~ Mints and Nuts! Yummy!! :)<br /><br />Ceremony: (Non~ Mormon) ~Preaching<br />(Mormon) ~Talking<br /><br />Past Time: (Non~ Mormon) ~Dancing<br />(Mormon) ~ Talkin<br /><br />Greetings: (Non~Mormon) Mingling<br />(Mormon) ~Long line...and Talking<br /><br />Thirst Quincher: (Non~ Mormon) Dranks!!<br />(Mormon) ~Drinks! J/K there were no "Dranks" at this wedding, just drinks! Ya'll know the differences? Ask sista Laurel, she went to the last wedding I went too :).<br /><br />Not everyone dresses up at non~mormon weddings there is always that one person two or three, that show up looking a hot mess!! Yes brotha's and sista's we had a few of those. Who wears saggy jeans to a semi-formal wedding? These two knuckle heads! With the best excuse ever! I have a concert tonight, I would say his name... but you've never heard of him. Who launches their hard core rap career in Utah??? I know, I laugh ever time I think about it to.<br /><br />Love~N~Happiness!<br /><br />Sista Beehive<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/BT8QW_3GY41_YKT8E" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected"><img alt="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" border="0" height="38" src="http://storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png" title="MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected" width="145" /></a

Titanic In the Living Room??

Saturday I attended a Non-Mormon wedding reception that was "Amazing"! I'm not saying that Mormon Receptions (aren't amazi...

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