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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FSXc5eSp7ImA9WhRWFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59532477426523958</id><updated>2012-01-03T20:58:38.921-06:00</updated><category term="religion" /><category term="photo opts" /><category term="personal projects" /><category term="videos" /><category term="giving" /><category term="sights and sounds" /><category term="links" /><category term="compassion" /><category term="feminism" /><category term="christian pop culture" /><category term="comics" /><category term="politics" /><title>Witty without affection</title><subtitle type="html">or in other words undetermined until further notice.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rubyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rubyleigh.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/59532477426523958/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ruby Leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUVJeQM-Hjo/SOa6gliObII/AAAAAAAAADE/MsxvkMXEua8/S220/ColorChangeTrail.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WittyWithoutAffection" /><feedburner:info uri="wittywithoutaffection" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCRn87fSp7ImA9WhRTGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59532477426523958.post-5284134626046414674</id><published>2011-11-10T14:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:17:47.105-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T14:17:47.105-06:00</app:edited><title>Charlie Chaplin Speech</title><content type="html">I found this touching and relevant 

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A recent conversation I had sparked my interest in understanding exactly how much time we have in a week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Everyweek has 168 hours.&amp;nbsp; Ideally, I spend 52.5 of those sleeping (7 1/2&amp;nbsp;hours per day), which leaves&amp;nbsp;me with 115.5 hours left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I also eat eat -&amp;nbsp;averaging .5 hour meal and 3 meals per day, that gives me 10.5 hours per week.&amp;nbsp; If you include preparation time, I could easily add probably add 7 hours per week.&amp;nbsp; So 17.5 hours per week for food.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I work, that's 40 hours per week, 45 when you include drive time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Showering and general maintenence&amp;nbsp;for the day adds another 7 hours per week (1 hour per day).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So after sleeping, eating, working and&amp;nbsp;showering I would have spent 122 hours, leaving me with 46 hours left to do whatever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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That "whatever" includes spending time with friends, family, running, reading and pursuing my&amp;nbsp;other hobbies and interests.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be fair I have not always participated in my duty as a citizen.&amp;nbsp; However, in November of 2004 I adamantly checked a box indicating I wanted another four year of Bush Jr.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was my first presidential election that I had voted in and I was proud to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp; I was voting for my candidate of choice because he was an evangelical and pro-life.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to tell you I did a lot of additional research beyond this, but I really didn't. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Two years later (in 2006), I checked a box making it more difficult for gays to have the right to marry in the state of Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; At the time, I was defending the sanctity of marriage. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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That was only 5 short years ago. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's amazing that my views have changed as dramatically as they have in this short span of time.&amp;nbsp; I see my earlier views as being single minded.&amp;nbsp; The institutions of thought I was involved in gave me the answers and I didn't need explore my own reason.&amp;nbsp; This imposed ignorance to my own capacity for thought is one that eventually left me hollow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thankful that now my mind is a comfortable place to wander, even if that has made the "answers" more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's my hope that my ballot decisions of the future will reflect a broader view and consequentially wind up on the other end of the spectrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-7181271083911592047?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In a sort of last ditch effort I attempted to listen to Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis on Audiobook.&amp;nbsp; The arguments for God struck me as being solid, but&amp;nbsp;not infallible and the arguments for Christianity&amp;nbsp;were non-convincing.&amp;nbsp; I stopped listening when I got to the argument for why men and women were treated differently... because there basically was none.&amp;nbsp; It basically said men and women are different so therefore they are treated different... no further explanation.&amp;nbsp; Why are they different? What about the despairity in treatment? &amp;nbsp;Why are women unable to be clergy? nothing! &lt;br /&gt;
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I also found a podcast called &lt;a href="http://freethoughtblogs.com/reasonabledoubts/"&gt;Reasonable Doubts&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This was perhaps the most detrimental to my faith (or most helpful to my skeptical mind - however you want to look at it).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They broke down&amp;nbsp;many of the arguments that I had originally accepted to favor Christianity.&amp;nbsp; Including phychological explanations behind what might of caused my "spiritual experience".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As the "research" continued, the Christianity I once knew and accepted as whole was failing to hold up to scrutiny.&amp;nbsp; Even a modified more liberal version of christianity&amp;nbsp;while perhaps tolerable in lifestyle seemed illogical to me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Eye opening as it was, it was also leaving me a bit empty handed emotionally.&amp;nbsp; What of my community?&amp;nbsp; Much of my life was centered in the christian social network, and I really didn't know where to go.&amp;nbsp; I made a couple of earnest attempts at attending churches that I might be able to tolerate but nothing felt right or stuck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It took time and energy to re-establish my social framework.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So what do I call myself now?&amp;nbsp; Probably&amp;nbsp;the term&amp;nbsp;"atheist" is most appropriate.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;find very little&amp;nbsp;reason accept any sort of anthropomorphic "god" notion.&amp;nbsp; However, I also pride myself on being intellectually honest and accept that we can't prove "lack of existence" of anything.&amp;nbsp; If there is a God, he should probably start answering prayers on average if he expects people to believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've kept this information largely silent to my friends&amp;nbsp;and family, though&amp;nbsp;some know and I'm sure more have put two and two together.&amp;nbsp; I really struggle&amp;nbsp;revealing my true colors on the issue... doubt and skepticism are not revered in the cultures I came from and&amp;nbsp;most of the time I don't know even how to begin.&amp;nbsp; While I feel like my walk out of faith in christianity was a long process, I'm sure&amp;nbsp;some of my friends will see it as more sudden.&amp;nbsp; I also have felt some sort of desire to protect them from losing their own faith as the&amp;nbsp;process isn't always easy, though some of that sentiment has waned as of late.&lt;br /&gt;
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This story is mostly complete but I feel it's important to not that I've&amp;nbsp;left out the role that my previous marriage and&amp;nbsp;relationship with my parents may have played in this process.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those are stories in of themselves, and&amp;nbsp;while interesting and relvant, I felt might be a bit of distraction to the original topic.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hope uncover&amp;nbsp;aspects of those stories in future posts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I could have written a book if I had wanted to uncover every detail along the way, so I tried my best&amp;nbsp;to stick to the highpoints.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-4596804256121955012?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Naturally, this was a bit of a turning point in my life and I decided to set aside much of what I was considering as doubt and move forward with Christianity.&amp;nbsp; Due to the nature of the experience and the issues I was struggling with at the the time, this turning point didn't just encourage me to continue with Christianity I knew but to redefine it for myself.&amp;nbsp; Basically, I was able to let go of some of the "judgement" and expectation aspects of the faith&amp;nbsp;and attempt to come into my own a little.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;slowly walked a way from a ministry I was involved in&amp;nbsp;and I like to say "I dabbled in Catholicism" for a while.&amp;nbsp; Compared to my previous version of Christianity I actually found Catholicism quite accepting and more compatible with science.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;would sometimes get together and talk&amp;nbsp;their faiths and&amp;nbsp;there was room in these discussion for people to have different expressed views.&amp;nbsp; I actually found it slightly uncomfortable at the time, but also likable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The group I was involved with was quite welcoming and I even went on a mission trip with them.&amp;nbsp; My "epiphany" happened one short semester before I was done with college,&amp;nbsp;so my contact with the Catholic group diminished when I was done with school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Post college, I struggled to find myself.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel at home in my career despite having loved college and my degree program.&amp;nbsp; I continued to look for fulfillment via church groups and Christianity and found a church that was extraordinarily social indeed.&amp;nbsp; They had&amp;nbsp;put a call-out for people to start social groups&amp;nbsp;at the church and I decided to start something I called "coffee-colloquium".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The goal was to bring people together to discuss important issues within the Christianity at large&amp;nbsp;and share&amp;nbsp;our unique ideas...it was perhaps a bit reminiscent of my experience in the catholic group.&amp;nbsp; The group&amp;nbsp;had somewhere between poor and no attendance the entire time I hosted it, which was at least a year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While I didn't take it personally; I did take it as a sign that&amp;nbsp;there was marginal room for that type of discussion within the boundaries of church and it made me question my role in "church" as a larger institution.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, my interest in other viewpoints continued to grow.&amp;nbsp; I also felt that a belief that was untested was not worth anything, so I began to consume information in various ways.&amp;nbsp; Most of my "seeking" continued to be done through internal sources, but I found that I was getting more liberal on what I would accept.&amp;nbsp; One book that crossed my path at a Christian book store no less was "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sold-My-Soul-eBay-Atheists/dp/B001PO64P0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;I Sold My Soul on Ebay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1px" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001PO64P0" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px! important; padding-left: 0px! important; padding-right: 0px! important; padding-top: 0px! important;" width="1px" /&gt;" by Hemant Mehta.&amp;nbsp; In it, I found myself agreeing with many of his insights and as a result decided to check out his blog.&amp;nbsp; This was at a time was I trying to figure my views out.&amp;nbsp; I would spend an hour listening to NPR and then and then (try to spend) an hour listening to Right-Wing talk radio.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to let all sides have a voice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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For reasons I hope to go into later, I found most of Hemant's blog rather benign.&amp;nbsp; It was interesting and curious, but didn't really strike at my faith.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until a post about a study where prayer was being shown to be unhelpful via statistically relevant data that I actually "cracked.". &amp;nbsp; Previously, it had been easy to write off many of the scientific claims as biased or wayward... but with my engineering background I knew statistics couldn't lie.&amp;nbsp; The study followed a group of patients and in the cases where prayer was used, the group of patients declined in health (as opposed to increase).&amp;nbsp; I just didn't understand why a god wouldn't heal people on average statistically.&amp;nbsp;Obviously, I understood at this point&amp;nbsp;that he let some people struggle... but why wouldn't he help people via prayer on average.&amp;nbsp; It frustrated me and I couldn't let it go.&amp;nbsp; It drove me to read more and more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-2289959300179091380?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It wasn't until the end of my senior year that I really started to question Christianity or anything that believed in to a greater degree.&amp;nbsp; Always having been an analytical, things within the church community often lacked the logical congruency I would have hoped for.&amp;nbsp; The youth group that I was heavily involved with was experiencing some cultural shifts that made everyone uneasy.&amp;nbsp; My opinion at the time was that some people were being treated unfairly and a social hierarchy was being developed within.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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However, a&amp;nbsp;couple larger things prompted my later questioning.&lt;br /&gt;
1) Access to High-Speed Internet&lt;br /&gt;
2) My boyfriend&amp;nbsp; .... &lt;br /&gt;
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Admit-ably, my&amp;nbsp;boyfriend probably being the larger factor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started the relationship out of good ol fashioned&amp;nbsp;infatuation and&amp;nbsp;solid dose of rebellion, then throw in insecurity and the internet and well there&amp;nbsp;you have it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More importantly, he ended up being the first person I had&amp;nbsp;met (to my knowledge)&amp;nbsp;who was a liberal and an atheist.&amp;nbsp; I had of course, heard such people existed, and though I wasn't going out of my way to avoid them the vastness of Suburbia kept me pretty well incubated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He blew some of my conventional arguments for faith and politics (I was pretty conservative Republican then too) out of the water.&amp;nbsp; My previously impervious seeming rebuttals now seemed flimsy and this deepened in me a search for "truth" and "answers" unfulfilled by what appeared as a simple belief system.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't say I lost my faith at this time, far from it, but this experience tore a hole that would need time and some serious stitching to be repaired.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As one would assume we were way too different for this relationship to last, but what it left me with was the value of critical thought - a gift some never obtain. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This tear in my faith lead me to do some hard questioning... and at that time I primarily sought answers within the church...&amp;nbsp; I read C.S. Lewis and Lee Strobel... as well as other resources.&amp;nbsp; Though not perfect, their arguments were fairly compelling and I was once again feeling comfortable with my belief system.&amp;nbsp; Though, the patched up tear was still strong within memory.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, I basically elected to participate in Christianity until I could figure out a good reason not to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Assume the positive, until a negative can be proven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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During college I lived a sort of "double life".&amp;nbsp; One where I&amp;nbsp;went to church activities twice a week, volunteered to do power point, got excited about mission trips... and one where I spent time having fun, drinking and running around with people I genuinely enjoyed the company of.&amp;nbsp; They weren't as chaste as my christian friends, and they "didn't go to church", but I felt like I could be myself in this crowd.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing really how separate I kept these two lives.&amp;nbsp; One might argue that I would regret this experience, but in reality I think I need both those lives to learn the lessons I did and become the person I am today, even if it wasn't the most consistent.&amp;nbsp; Eventually though, I had to find "one life" to live.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty confused during this part of my life to say the least... I found myself finding fulfillment in both arenas and not wanting to let go of either.&amp;nbsp; Christianity and my christian friends gave me explanations about the afterlife, "safe fun", and a what I felt was purpose.&amp;nbsp; My other friends gave me a sense of self, a feeling of acceptance and a the sanity of reason (and oh by the way I enjoyed the partying too).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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What I wanted was a merger, fun and reason, acceptance of self, but where my "christian faith" could stay intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-3147255887192439134?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And like many others, I'll be interested to hear the reactions from all corners of the earth as this story continues to materialize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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But it's sad isn't it that this makes such big press. &lt;br /&gt;
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.... and it's not just this.. . It's Constance from Mississippi, It's Gays trying to get divorced in Texas...&lt;br /&gt;
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The ignorance is getting old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the most tangible parts of my religious upbringing have always been the fairly morally dogmatic, so I've often wondered if things had been different would that have affected the final outcome. Even though, my questioning on a theological sense began well before I ever questioned the practices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My initial concern about belief started when I was quite young, I didn't understand the concept of the sinner's prayer. We were taught in church that if we confessed our love to Jesus, then we would be saved (from hell that is). Clearly, I wanted to be saved, hell had already been imprinted on my mind as a terrible place. However, it did not make sense that this prayer could work. I would ask my dad questions like "Is that it?", "Which way do I say it?". So much emphasis was on this prayer that I had to do it right. Consequently, I prayed it many times in many ways throughout my growing up years, just to be sure. In the end I think I was looking for some sort of confirmation like a big shining light from above showing me the truth. People at church would share such stories, but I never experienced it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes when I was young I would lay awake at night, wondering if the whole thing was made up. Perhaps there was nothing in the afterlife, or worse yet one of the other religions is true and we are all going to hell. I worried about all the people that hadn't said the prayer right - "What was their fate?", and "How many sins was too many sins?" I never knew if I was okay. I would explain some of these thoughts to my parents and they were always willing to provide me with a helpful resource. At this point, I became introduced to the world of apologetics. One of the first books I read was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Great-Dinosaur-Mystery-Bible/dp/0781430712?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Dinosaurs and the Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0781430712" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px! important; padding-left: 0px! important; padding-right: 0px! important; padding-top: 0px! important;" width="1" /&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind here I was no more than 12.&amp;nbsp; I read other books too, as well as exploring many other resources.&amp;nbsp; I was also exposed to Church camps, and retreats and many other fun and truly dynamic experiences.&lt;br /&gt;
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All of these experiences were wonderful to me, and as I became more and more involved those experiences the seeds of doubt began to erode.&amp;nbsp; I made a decision when I was 14 to say no more doubt or missteps I am going to be a Christian for always!.... and for the most part this was the end of my questioning.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until I graduated from high school and.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-3605946151278430020?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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* Met Hement Mehta (proof located to the left)&lt;br /&gt;
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*Hubby came to one of my wierd events and enjoyed himself&lt;br /&gt;
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*Lots of Geeks and Engineers at this event.... hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-748951547023729127?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When did you start dating? &lt;br /&gt;
My parents had the "16" rule, not that I had any big drama to contest this. Though I went stag to my Freshman Formal - but so did all my friends. &lt;br /&gt;
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Did you have a "must have" list for a spouse? &lt;br /&gt;
Nothing too formal, but I did always want someone who was smart and somewhat nerdy. My husband is a programmer and a phenomenal Chess player - so I got it! &lt;br /&gt;
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How did you know he/she was the one? &lt;br /&gt;
I could probably write a whole post on why I knew My Hubby was made for me... though I believe there is more than one person that can work for you - I think finding one of the ones that works is still very difficult. &lt;br /&gt;
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But here goes:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
He wanted a familty, He&amp;nbsp;pursued self-improvement, He was successful, He desired to find&amp;nbsp;truth, and most of all he wanted me for what was on the inside. You see - I come in a fairly pretty package (I'm not a knock out or anything), and a lot of guys can't/don't get past the exterior.&amp;nbsp; While it's always fun to have a certain sort of attention; I have a brain too people!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know "visual" is a big deal - but I've always loved my husband for seeing more of me. He's also very progressive, and would be fine with me having an awesome career (in fact: encourages it!). Nothing he does makes me feel like I need to be the "typical wife." &lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do to annoy your spouse? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;forget my keys! and I do it&amp;nbsp;ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;
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Who do you know that's divorced?&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like the answer is "too many people"... but at the same time I know that divorce can be a unwanted solution to MUCH bigger problems.&amp;nbsp; I guess it's still pretty sad though, and I don't wish it on anybody.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Did you (or do you) have a list of what you're looking for in a mate? &lt;br /&gt;
I've had lists - I believe at one time it included "Packer Fan."&amp;nbsp; My husband doesn't know what Football is, so this is pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-1469557473385039328?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I generally think this is good news! as Barbie has been a doctor and a pilot, but has yet to find herself in the remaining male dominated field of engineering.&amp;nbsp; Though she is a Computer Engineer as opposed to a Manufacturing Engineer (which would of course be better hint: that's my degree)... I use to be a camp counselor at an ALL GIRLS engineering camp and this totally think this fits one of the components  which is " you can be cute and smart".&amp;nbsp; Usually I am not a big fan of Barbie - as I think she boasts an unobtainable standard of looks and I have been quoted as saying "my (future) children will never own a Barbie".&amp;nbsp; However,  this seems a positive direction for her, also because of a recent conference I attended where it was suggested that one issue with lack of female representation in Engineering and Design fields is lack of role models.&amp;nbsp; So despite my feelings about Barbie - she has been an icon - and therefore will continue to be role model for young girls whether we like it or not.&amp;nbsp; I guess this gives me a bit of hope for future generations of girls.... amongst all the sex icons there is a bit of a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you feel about Barbie and her 125+ careers? &lt;br /&gt;
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In any case you have not seen &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Complete-Season-Matthew-Fox/dp/B0019LY5IM?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;LOST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=erin.manthey@gmail.com&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0019LY5IM" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; yet - catch up &lt;a href="http://tv.gawker.com/5464120/lost-explained-by-people-who-have-never-seen-lost"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;
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If you have seen LOST then follow the link anyway -because it's actually funnier if you have seen it - I think.&amp;nbsp; Because it smartly  mocks the often psychotic plot lines found in the show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-3536517691463924787?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I was a cheerleader - most of you don't know me that well so that may or may not be a surprise... but trust me to the people that do - It's a surprise.&amp;nbsp; However, I wasn't very popular.&amp;nbsp; So how did this happen -breaking the age old law of high school social class.&amp;nbsp; Well a few things:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) I was on the "Hockey"squad.&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact that I lived in the "Hockey State" and despite the fact that Hockey is awesome! - this was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; squad to be on.&amp;nbsp; (Correct Answer: Basketball)&lt;br /&gt;
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2) As I mentioned earlier I lived (and live)&amp;nbsp; in the Hockey State (Minnesota). Cheerleading wasn't nearly the thing it is in the South.&amp;nbsp; And at my school - it was even less of a thing.&amp;nbsp; (Though it is a thing there now). Needless to say it wasn't a free ride to the A class. &lt;br /&gt;
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It mattered to me then that I wasn't cool, and it bothered me that I couldn't just fix it my joining a "sport".&amp;nbsp; As time as gone - the desire to be "popular" has pretty much diminished entirely from my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In college I was recognized, and had a vast circle of friends.&amp;nbsp; I even partied with the cheerleaders! lol.&amp;nbsp; When I graduated I thought this sort of recognition might continue - and to a great extent the experience has given me the confidence to be myself regardless.&amp;nbsp; However, I felt there was a similar sort of "high-school" social system at the last place I worked.&amp;nbsp; It was awkward because I had grown past any need to play "social games", but at times I still felt a sense of being an outcast.&amp;nbsp; Some of the same insecurities I had in high-school cropped up from time to time and it made me feel helpless.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I left most of those feelings were gone.&amp;nbsp; Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not quite - I'm left with a  scared feeling that whatever high-school awkwardness,&lt;i&gt; uncoolness&lt;/i&gt;, insecurites? aren't gone, but just minimized by environment.&amp;nbsp; Do you think that how we were treated in highschool affects who we are?&amp;nbsp; Should it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-9219713241614420702?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E0WWB27EvjGVlFFv_Ukd2TrGre4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E0WWB27EvjGVlFFv_Ukd2TrGre4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WittyWithoutAffection/~4/FWfkSRhrh-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rubyleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5893558279435956017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=59532477426523958&amp;postID=5893558279435956017" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/59532477426523958/posts/default/5893558279435956017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/59532477426523958/posts/default/5893558279435956017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WittyWithoutAffection/~3/FWfkSRhrh-s/babbler.html" title="Babbler!" /><author><name>Ruby Leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUVJeQM-Hjo/SOa6gliObII/AAAAAAAAADE/MsxvkMXEua8/S220/ColorChangeTrail.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rubyleigh.blogspot.com/2010/01/babbler.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDRnk4eip7ImA9WxNREE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59532477426523958.post-6642707981314042283</id><published>2009-09-03T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:47:57.732-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T22:47:57.732-05:00</app:edited><title>Great minds think alike</title><content type="html">Recently I discussed and issue that I have noticed in the &lt;a href="http://rubyleigh.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-this-and-brains-too.html"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/a&gt;, and it turns out I was not deluding myself.  Someone else is seeing &lt;a href="http://www.emergingwomen.us/2009/09/03/where-are-the-women-bloggers/comment-page-1/#comment-5436"&gt;similar things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this ?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-6642707981314042283?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is a really fun and relaxing time for us. That being said I got into a conversation with some of my peers this last time that was more theological / intellectual. I wouldn't say it was anything uber deep or personal, but the ideas were a little more "challenging" so to speak. At any rate, I began adding my thoughts and comments accordingly, but before long I sensed I was being sniped out of the conversation. It's difficult to say why this happened, but the remaining participants were both male... and in my opinion they were affronted by intellect in the female form. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUVJeQM-Hjo/Sl-JhQ7aOgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeVm1N2FIb8/s1600-h/screenshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153286167017986" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 94px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUVJeQM-Hjo/Sl-JhQ7aOgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeVm1N2FIb8/s320/screenshot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt as though there is a narrowing margin of tolerance in the church for the intellectual - which seems to be much narrower for women. You see - I read a number of emerging christian blogs: nakedpastor, &lt;a href="http://www.thechurchofnopeople.com/"&gt;The church of no people&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://godseclectic.blogspot.com/"&gt;God's Eclectic&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://slacktivist.typepad.com/"&gt;Slacktivist&lt;/a&gt;. While I would consider all of these blogs pro-intellect, they have another thing in common - the authors are all men! Hmm... another thing I was just at crosswalk.com and I saw their &lt;a href="http://http//www.crosswalk.com/blogs/"&gt;blog roll&lt;/a&gt;.... only two women! A recent &lt;a href="http://http//pewforum.org/news/display.php?NewsID=16464"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; at Pew Forum makes the conclusion that we accept women as authorities in our politics, but not in our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are many outlets for women to feel at church, but not to think. A local congregation does not allow women to teach a class to anyone over the age of 12. Our church is not nearly this extreme, but I only have seen one instance a woman preaching a full-length sermon since I have been attending. (And we bring in guest speakers all the time -- and the pastor's sister is a speaker)Are women wishing this for themselves? Recently Anne (flowerdust.net) asks "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.flowerdust.net/2009/04/23/women-church-planters"&gt;Where are the women church planters&lt;/a&gt;?" It seems to me, that even though &lt;a href="http://www.wikigender.org/index.php/Gender_difference_in_Church_Attendance"&gt;more women attend church&lt;/a&gt; our level of leadership is lower? Does anyone know what is causing this? Are there parallels in the secular realm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-6129261815638620442?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The ones I rush to read as soon as they are posted, ones that consistently add something new, or some spark! While many of the blogs I subscribe to are great - One that is always a first priority is PriorFatGirl.  Jen, aka PriorFatGirl, shares her story of triumph over the scale with great deal of fun - but also with a lot of honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I was reading a recent post - I notice a statement that concerned me and I felt&lt;br /&gt;compelled to comment.  SO I said something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Also - Not trying to be an alarmist - but pehaps you should think about this quote: "I know if some of you were told you should be eating more, you would roll your eyes and ignore the advice too - right?" has the potential to deliver the wrong message. (Especially to a bunch of young women who want to lose weight) Because some people need to eat more. And those people should listen to the people that tell them to do so. And there are real issues when you don't eat the food your body needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm assuming the best and that you are eating healthily - and enough. But I just felt I needed to say something - at least for my own state of being, if nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not, because I certainly don't know the whole situation, and I never want to be see as self-righteous.  However, today I read a new post and found, much to my suprise, I had been highlighted in the new prior fat girl post! Here is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ruby Leigh made a VERY GOOD comment I wanted to point out. To digress, sometimes I write things which make sense at the moment but to someone else reading later, may have a completely different meaning or may not be in the same context as was in my head when I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote yesterday I was holding off on purchasing a heart rate monitor &amp;amp; calorie counter thingie because I was scared it would tell me to eat more calories and if it did, I would probably ignore it. BUT…as Ruby Leigh pointed &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SY9QknbPXA8/Sl1F6yIL56I/AAAAAAAAC_w/ZFjLl7RxtyI/s1600-h/heart+rate+monitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out, this could be read in a variety of ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a hard topic for me because there are some things I have yet to address on this blog. Today is not the day. But let me just say this. My eating has always been an issue for me. I have struggled with it in a variety of ways. Because of that, I am super sensitive to how “extreme” I become. I try to be very aware and perceptive to my own feelings and actions. My support system is also very sensitive to my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I failed to do, was be accountable to you, my readers. I started this blog with just the intent to share my journey, share frustrations with others and receive support. But over the past year, it has also become a source of inspiration and motivation for so many. So, it is my &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SY9QknbPXA8/Sl1JJomfHfI/AAAAAAAADAA/vQKSay5Szl4/s1600-h/balanced-diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;responsibility to you, my readers &amp;amp; my friends, to ensure the message I write every day is not misread or encourages unhealthy actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments mean a lot to me – I take into consideration everything you say and just want to say thank you for always being open with me. I appreciate them all, agree or disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I had to get over how totally awesome it was that I was featured in on THE PRIORFATGIRL site (How cool is that?!?!) Two, I was uber impressed with the maturity at which my original comment was received... very cool. Three, in a more serious tone now, I don't wish to ever make light of issues with eating, of any kind.  I have had friends (in my non-virtual life as well) with similar struggles, and I have often felt powerless to do anything about it.  I was nervous to say what I said, but I know sometimes it is the little things that make a big difference.  I knew that if it wasn't the author's struggle, it could have been someone else reading the blog.  At any rate - I am overwhelmed with the level of respect and thoughtfulness of this response and am so glad I said something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/59532477426523958-7002362314503440347?l=rubyleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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