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  1. Due to circumstances I'd rather not get into, I ruined the bag I kept temple clothing in since 2012. When I went shopping on the online store (no distribution center nearby, even if it were open) I found I didn't like either of the two options available. Anyone have any websites they could direct me to? I really liked the old, discontinued style, mostly because of the hanger hook and shoe pockets. The generic "Temple Bag" looked like a great one, except the lack of a hanger hook. That is a must-have for my small temple dressing rooms, so it surprises me that neither options have that.
  2. My dad is in this camp. He gets easily frustrated by technology and the terminology confuses him. Hence his having outdated desktop equipment, and he only got a smart phone last year. Bonus: its a tracfone, which means I helped him set it up to connect to his wifi, but he is still convinced that it's using his data/minutes. He doesn't have video/mic capabilities on his desktop, so his participation is limited. He was also told (or given the impression) that he needed to log in using a video so that people in his ward could see him. I tried, to no avail, to tell him that it is possible and permissible to watch/listen to meetings without having a video.
  3. They quite possibly remember how they were when they were that age. I think you'll be wonderful at whatever the Lord has in store for you next!
  4. I've also thought the timing was a little odd. It's such a busy time of the year for everyone, and it does seem like an unnecessary sacrifice on the part of the bishopric. But, as the hymn says, "Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven." I usually go. It's a great time to make sure I'm not about to lose myself spiritually before the Seasonal Affective Disorder hits full force. Last year, the only slots left available to sign up for were two hours after church let out, right during my nap time. Since it hadn't quite got cold yet, I decided to walk the two and a half miles. It gave me quite the chance for reflection. The year before, a different bishop had pointedly said the following, "The second coming is approaching. Are you ready?" The only time I've regretted going was the year the YSA bishop pulled people out of Sunday School one by one. I thought it was a bogus way to go about it.
  5. Hopefully it went well for you! I'm not a fan of open-ended speaking assignments. When I was asked to give an FHE lesson in the YSA ward, I asked for a topic, and the person said, "Pray about it." So I talked about prayer. Last minute teaching assignments, though....whew! I almost love the challenge of those! I find them much easier because I can invoke participation, though.
  6. I love The Inspector General! I grew up watching TCM, but it wasn't until I bought a "Family Pack" from the five dollar bin that I discovered that movie. Kaye is so funny! It was It's a Wonderful Life. One of my absolute favorites; I'll watch it any time of year. If I remember correctly, part of the reason it flopped so hard was because of a May release date. Fun thing I discovered: if you remember, one of the angels says, "You'll spend that hour getting to know that man." Once, I timed it and the amount of screen time we spend with Clarence "getting to know" George is longer than an hour, which, to me, says something about God's timing. Hot dog! I have to ask @JohnsonJones and @LadyGunnar have you seen Cary Grant in I Was a Male War Bride? Pure hilarity! I'm a sucker for screwball comedies, though. I'm more likely to dislike a popular movie than to like something that's unpopular, if that makes sense. Although, my best friend did tell me she didn't like Dan In Real Life, which I absolutely adore!
  7. This gives me motivation to connect with the spam artist that contacts my work's email. Multiple times a day, he tells me about how the financial robot can solve my financial woes.
  8. Having had some experience with kissing gone beyond the FSOY standards, I decided I wouldn't participate in any kissing unless we're standing or wearing seat belts. Satan and I know my weaknesses, and those are objective check points. The only people I expect to adhere to those standards are myself and any guy kissing me. That being said, I feel a bit obligated to warn you about passionate kissing, which some call making out. Once that line is crossed, and you feel that feeling, you want to feel it again. It can be incredibly difficult to deny yourself once you've given in, even when you know it's the proper thing to do. I'll get a little personal. When I was in high school, I had some lie down, passionate make out sessions with my boyfriend. When a divorced RM I was interested in dating after college suggest we cuddle, I was all for it. Cuddling led to spooning, and I didn't know how to change course in the middle of it. Before I saw him again, I called him and told him that, while I still liked him and enjoyed cuddling, I was not comfortable with spooning. He said he understood, but it wasn't longer than a few months before it was happening again, because we both allowed it. It's the old story of how to boil a frog. It also influenced the final lesson I gave to my YW as I moved out and they graduated high school (3 of them were going to BYU-I, and a fourth has joined them). I had planned to teach them about the talk to "Stay in the Boat," not realizing they had that lesson the week before. So we compared Joseph of Egypt and Potiphar's wife with Samson and Delilah. I told them that if any guy ever got "Delilah-y" with them, to be like Joseph of Egypt and RUN! One girl, probably trying to come off as her usual sarcastic self (although I suspect she had reasons), challenged me with, "What if he's on the boat?" I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Push him out."
  9. That's what I thought, but @Still_Small_Voice made it sound like there were places that had state-wide mandates against singing, which is why I brought it up.
  10. I've attended in-person every Sunday but one (Labor Day, when I was out of town) for a couple of months. I forget, when, exactly, we were allowed to go back, but I was overwhelmed with the Spirit the first two weeks. Probably because my in-home services were awful. My roommate relocated to her parents' home for a couple of months, leaving me essentially alone, and my worship was basically putting chairs on my patio so a ministering brother could come over and spent 15 minutes chatting and praying with me. Except for April, when there was no approval to administer sacrament to members outside of your own home. This week, we opened the overflow, but that's because people were taking the 6 foot guideline seriously. The side pews are small enough that one person can sit against the wall and another in the aisle and still be following it. Also, there was a full row taken up by a single sister on one side and a childless couple on the other. Why people don't leave large rows for large families baffles me, even in the Before Times. As a person, I'm pretty adaptable in a general sense, so the microphone sanitizing and new administration procedures didn't feel like an interruption for me. The masks I'm used to. I'm a receptionist for an eye doctor, and I've been masking at work since early April. Our ward has also adapted pretty well to the alterations in administering. The bread is broken and placed into individual cups, spaced every other slot, while the sacrament hymn is played. One Fast and Testimony meeting, I sat just behind the Aaronic Priesthood holders, so I had a pretty good view of them preparing it, and it reminded me of how the Atonement is a very individual thing. I shared Chieko Okazaki's quote, "Did you know that if you were the only person in the world who needed the Atonement, He still would have died for you -- just for you?" The young men walk around with a full tray in one hand and an empty tray in the other, standing in the pew in front of you so you can drop the empty cup in the empty tray. A few weeks ago, it was quiet enough that I heard the blessers (our ward has no priests) empty the empties into the trash. The sound of the plastic cups tapping against each other as they fell felt symbolic of our community of individuals ridding ourselves of our sins and shortcomings by turning them over to the Lord, who promptly discards them. Those administering the sacrament wait until the congregation has received both bread and water before the blessers hold the trays for the passers, and then each other. It serves as a reminder to me that JOY is an acronym for: Jesus, Others, Self. We find joy when our focus is in that order. While I'm glad to be back, the only reason I'm attending in person as often as I am is to receive the sacrament and wave at my Sunbeams, sometimes able to talk to them outside after church. Our ward also has set up closed circuit broadcasting of the non-ordinance portions of the meeting.
  11. I didn't realize this was a state-regulated thing. I'm in notoriously red Nebraska and we haven't been singing. Either our no-singing mandate came from local Church leaders, or your city/state has passed a regulation that I can't imagine mine passing, since we never officially went into shutdown.
  12. Instrumentals are hard to figure out, but I love a good mystery. (There's a progressive rock/metal song that has instrumentals similar to "Incomplete" by the Backstreet Boys that I haven't been able to relocate for the better part of a decade.) Do you have any more context? What made you think of it, where do you remember hearing it first/most often? I'm currently listening to the entire August Rush soundtrack to see if that pops anything. Update: I've created a Pandora station which I'll carefully curate to prefer songs with "a clean acoustic feel With a drum set, guitar, saxophone" if anyone else wants to participate.
  13. *hangs head in shame* Can you ever forgive me?
  14. You're right. Guess that puts me in.... ................ the dog house.
  15. Before I received my own endowment, I would call and put names on the prayer roll as needed. My dad would do the same, since it was a three hour drive one way to his temple. When I worked Tuesday nights as an ordinance worker, the office workers that night arrived earlier than they did on other weeks to transcribe the names for the prayer roll left on voicemail.