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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 10:11 pm
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I was raised Methodist, went to church every other Sunday (whenever my mom wanted to get up early and drive the fifteen minutes into town) and I went to youth group, sunday school, church fund raisers, you name it, I did it. And then my mom got sick with cancer and... Well... I remember we were at the hospital for her last month (it was spent in the ICU, dude, that sucked) and the preacher took me and my step sister aside and told us "God is taking your mother because he wants her goodness in heaven."
That pretty much just made me go into pre-teen rebellion mode and its all down hill from there. Or uphill, I dunno.
And also... I had a lot of fun at the church things... I have to admit that the community aspect of it was nice. I lived out in the middle of nowhere so we never really saw any of them outside of church but... It was nice to have those people there to play with after sleeping through an hour long sermon. Yeah... I very rarely ever was awake for a sermon.
Oh, and also, my mom got a "lucky" hockey stick from one of the Avalanche players, one of the really popular guys... can't remember his name, (I live in CO) when she was put in the ICU because she was his sons favorite teacher. Dude, how cool is that? I don't remember if we got to keep it or not... If so, my step dad (that lying ******** scum bag) took it. It was a real hockey stick, it was signed by the players of the team and had very obviously seen a few games, what with the ratty tape and helmet paint on it. Yeah, thats right. My mom was a pimpstress. Or just a very memorable and good first grade teacher...
And my mother was probably one of the more liberal people I've ever met, my step mom not included (shes really liberal as well) and so homosexuality was never a big deal for me. I remember she told me a story once of her sitting with her gay friend at a horse show, sitting under the bleachers and checking the horse riders asses out. Yeah... She did that alot, to make me unbiased. Such as my adoption, she always told me that I was adopted, that my mother hadn't really wanted me. And it made me very lax in that kind of thing. I see people who go "YOU'RE ADOPTED!" and they shy away, as if I have a disease or something. I always say, "Well, yah. Whats the big deal?" And no one to date has given me a good answer...
I miss my mommy... cry
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 2:19 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 3:51 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 2:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:57 pm
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My parents really didn't influence anything. I mean, I was raised Roman Catholic, and part of me will always be that because it's so ingrained into family tradition and stuff. But no. What drove me to atheism was when I met all the crazy fundies in college. Yeah. >_>
I have since told my parents, and they're cool with it. I was agnostic for a while, and I recently crossed over to atheism. I think they were prepared, though, 'cause I've been open about my beliefs.
When I told my mom, I was, like, all solemn and stuff. I was like, "Mom, I have something important to tell you."
And she was like, "OMG you're not pregnant, are you?"
"OMFG no, Mom! I'm an atheist!"
"Oh... is that all?"
So it was no big deal to them. As long as I'm happy, I guess. mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:04 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 12:37 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:54 am
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