Honest to God my nonmember sibling who lives there in Utah sent me this text while driving to work:
"Truth in advertising?? A white minivan with (license) plate with '2MNYKIDS', the license frame said, 'Caution-Mom on meds' and a BYU stocker in the back window."
When your neighbor is inactive and he's still out there on Sunday mowing his lawn, shirtless, but with a garment top on. (True story, saw it in Tropic, UT in the 70's).
imalive Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > When I look out a window and see ELEVEN chapel > buildings and THREE temples within eyesight!
When the ward newsletter is on your doorstep the first Sunday of the month - even though you are never mo!
When the Book of Mormon is on the "my favorites" reading list distributed by the school. ("Don't worry," said my DD. "It's on the fiction list.")
When your HS daughter skips her regular class to attend seminary with her friends and the teacher never reports her absent.
When all the kids on the French study abroad vote to attend a local sacrament meeting rather than see the sights.
When one of the kids in the car pool asks your (never mormon) son where he'd like to go on his mission. When your son answers that he's going to go to college, not on a mission and the little kid riding in the back gasps in horror, declaring: "NOT going on a mission?! That's just EVIL!"
Caedmon that mission story is just awful.....I can see it happening though. You know you are in Mormonland when you see CTR on cars and rings of little first or second graders.
YOu know you are in Mormonland when you are a nevermo who never gets talked to for four yrs. in your own neighborhood due to ALL around you being Mormon.
You know you are among Mormons when you get an invite to an after wedding party but never get a thank you for the gift you gave.
honestone Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Caedmon that mission story is just awful.....I can > see it happening though. You know you are in > Mormonland when you see CTR on cars and rings of > little first or second graders. > > YOu know you are in Mormonland when you are a > nevermo who never gets talked to for four yrs. in > your own neighborhood due to ALL around you being > Mormon. > > You know you are among Mormons when you get an > invite to an after wedding party but never get a > thank you for the gift you gave.
Too true!
Also, you know you're in Mormon-Land when you get invites to wedding receptions for people you don't even vaguely know because your name is on the ward list even though you are NEVER MORMON!
You know you're in Mormon-Land when your co-workers post wedding reception announcements on the work bulletin board because they're (a) too cheap to buy enough to send to everyone or (b) don't care enough to actually invite your personally. Honestly? What am I supposed to do with that?
You know you're in Mormon-Land when you are advised NOT to put the wedding announcement in the paper because ward members will see it and assume they are invited to the reception.
RSVPs to invitations? Thanks you notes? Forget about it. Never happens.
...and you and your fellow shoppers look at each other like you're all part of a secret society. Then you have to go to *another* store altogether to buy a corkscrew.
Don Bagley Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > that beer is <3.2%, or, as we say in > California, sex in a canoe (it's fucking close to > water).
Too many calories, so little fun. I'd rather just have the water.
People ask you what ward you are in. They assume, usually correctly, that you are mormon and want to know who you might know in common based on where you go to church.
Practice for kids' sports teams never happens on Monday night. And on Tuesday and Wednesday coaches don't get all the team at practice because they'd be missing YM/YW. (Why sign your kids up for sports in the first place if you can't make a 2 month commitment?)