Mormon Rockers

Ok. I am going to regale you with a tale about me! I'm going to tremendously embarrass myself here, as this is a story I just don't tell, and certainly these are pictures that I DO NOT SHOW!!!! But I just posted them on facebook, so I figure they're out anyway.

Ok, rewind to me being 14 years old. I was living in San Angelo, Texas with my mom, stepdad, brother, stepbrother and stepsister. We had a full house. And every monday night we met together for family home evening. And usually they were good learning experiences, as they should be. However, sometimes there was not a gospel theme to be found, try as you might. This was one of those nights.

Don't ask me why. Don't ask me where in the world we got the inkling to make fools of ourselves. We just did. I believe I was only a foolish 14 year old, but I guess the stretch could be made to 15. 15 year olds are just as dumb as 14, but I was definitely NOT older than that. What did you do, you ask?

We, my sister and I, dressed up. I mean we put on the shortest, tightest skirts we could find (which was surprisingly easy for us mormon girls--we just hiked em up as far as they'd go), we stuffed our bras, and put on a couple of shirts that could fall off the shoulder if we let them. We piled on several layers of makeup and did a pretty darn good job at making ourselves look grown up, if I say so myself. (Grown up hookers, maybe) Trust me, it was not only as bad as it sounds, it was also NOT as bad as it sounds.

So everyone waited in the living room for us to make our debut and, ta-da, out we came! Who, you ask? Why, the Judds, of course! We had paper for our guitar and microphone, and we rocked out to the rhythm of the rain!!