Somebody asked me the other day, "how come you don't blog/write about being Mormon? Are you trying to hide it?"
It never occurred to me that anyone would construe my NOT blogging about being Mormon as an attempt to 'hide it.' Just like, it never occurred to me to blog about my Mormon-ness purely for the sake of telling my five blog followers that I happen to be Mormon. I mean, does anybody care -what religion an author/blogger is? I know I dont... It drives me nuts when people discuss the Mormon symbolism in Twilight...or debate whether or not Stephanie Meyer is a 'good' Mormon because of what her sparkly characters do. Do we know what religion JK Rowling is? Do we care?
But I digress.
In the interest of full disclosure, I shall blog once and for all about my religion. Yes, I am a Mormon - a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints otherwise known as the LDS church. My parents are also Mormon and they tried their bestest to teach us and raise us according to LDS gospel principles. Some of us frequently run amuck but we're all trying, learning, falling over, and getting back up again. I now try to raise my own children as 'decent' Mormons - and mess up more than I succeed - which is why NOBODY should ever see my blog as an example of a "good Mormon Mom Blog"....*ducks head in shame*
Some of you may be wondering, what's a Mormon? I could quote you a list of doctrinal descriptors and belief statements and direct you to the nearest missionary near you...but instead, Im going to do what I do best - and relay a waffly, possibly humorous, potentially offensive story from my salacious past.
Once upon a time, when I first started "dating" the Hot Man (as much as a young couple in Samoa could 'date'...) his mother was very happy. She said, "What a good choice! Mormon girls are good girls. Lani is a good girl!" She said this because Mormons (supposedly) do not have sex until they're married, don't drink alcohol, don't smoke, don't do drugs, don't go to nightclubs, and don't wear revealing clothing. I will neither confirm nor deny at this time, if all those things were true of my nineteen year old self because my teenagers might read this blog and we all know how dedicated they are to seeking out evidence of their parent's misdemeanors so they can justify all of THEIR stupid choices... I will however say, that IF all those things were true of me, then, in her opinion, that made me a far superior choice compared to SOME of the girls her son had been going out with. (Naming no names...pointing no fingers...)
So yes, the Hot Man's mother was very happy we were dating. But then we got married. And a year or so later, the Hot Man decided to get baptized and become a Mormon. My mother-in-law wasn't so happy then. Especially when her son - much much later - became so committed to his faith that he went to the Mormon temple. She didn't like it one bit. "Don't you know that Mormons worship Satan? They don't believe in Jesus...they're a cult...they do strange sexual things inside those temples...there's a man wearing a horned mask talking to the Devil in there..." I guess she only liked nice Mormon girls when they dated her son. Not when they married him and took him over to the Dark Side of the Force.

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http://laniwendtyoung.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/mormons-are-satan-worshipers/