I wanted to share a secret with all of you. One that my family members can never find out about or I will never hear the end of it. Before I tell you, I need to let you all know that I was raised in the LDS faith. No, we are not polygamists (polygs get excommunicated, btw), and no, we are not Amish. Yes, we believe in Jesus, and yes, it is the same Jesus as the rest of the Christian world. Now that we have that out of the way we can move on.
My religion taught me to never drink alcohol, coffee, or tea, to never smoke or do drugs, so I didn't. Growing up it was a religious thing, but as I got older and spread my wings, it turned into a personal choice.
Since graduating from college, I have officially become what people in my religion call, "Jack Mormon." Meaning I am a member, but I rarely attend services. I also don't follow all of the rules. Some would say I don't because I think they are an inconvenience to my life, but the reality is, I just don't think God cares as much as my religion teaches. I believe that as long as I am a good person, and do my best to be a good person in this world, that is what really matters. I don't think I will spend an eternity in hell because I like to indulge in the occasional Star.bucks frappuchino. I think a frapp compared to stealing or murder is small fries, and not something God will really condemn me for (the frap, of course).
I mean, does this look like the face of a villain?
"I love puppies, laying on the beach, and drinking the occasional frap."
I further don't believe that God will send all of my non-mo friends to hell because they drink on occasion and don't attend church. I think of all the things he would send people to hell over, a shot if whiskey wouldn't be one of them.
Now that we have dispensed of the prelude, I can tell you all my dirty little secret. Last Friday my teammates and I went to our weekly lunch. That day also happened to be the birthday of the only other girl on the team. To celebrate, one of my coworkers ordered up a round of baby bellini's (it was an Italian restaurant). At first I opted out. I mean, I've never touched a drop of alcohol in my life.
Take a moment to gasp.
I have always wondered what it tasted like, but my curiosity never got the better of me. I just never cared. I have often thought about what I would tell my daughter when she got to an age where she could drink alcohol, legally or not. Would she do it because her mother never did? Would she laugh at me to all of her friends? Or would she respect and find pride in the fact that her mother never did? Well, if she is anything like me, she will like knowing that her mother gave it a try and could honestly say it wasn't something she cared for. (I can say this because one of my perfect Mormon parents took a swig back in the day.)
So to be a part of the team and celebrate my coworker's birthday, I had my first alcoholic drink! I can honestly say it is not something I care for. But at least now I can say I tried it and didn't like it. I don't think I will become an alchie any time soon.
Now just for grins and giggles, I leave you a somewhat silly picture of me one day after I dyed my hair dark brown for fun. My dog didn't recognize me when I got home and growled and barked at me for 5 minutes while my husband laughed his butt off. This was back during the height of our infertility treatment days, so you will have to excuse the Infertile Acne. :)
Booyah! Sexy infertile mama curled up on the couch with her #1 pooch!