Heck, the only time I had been to church recently was to church was to pray that I wasn't knocked up by my boyfriend. Well, someone up there must have listened to me because it came down right in the church. Thank God.

For my second recent trip to church I was nervous. I didn't really think white was my color. When I walked down the aisle I almost felt like I was getting married. I looked over at the groomsman that I was paired with. He had a tattoo around his neck that was showing above the collar of his tuxedo. This was obviously not a guy who made lifelong decisions very well.

I was happy to stop at the first pew and take a right when he went left. I remember wondering what a bunch of tramps and missfits were doing in church.