yesterday:

(i'm walking down the street on my way home from the library.
i approach the crossroads and press the pedestrian button on the light post and wait
two men approach. . .)

man one: hello. we're missionaries with the church of (i dont recall). we were wondering if we could take the time to come to your home and talk to you about the book of mormon.
me: no thanks. my house isnt a religious one.
man one: you dont believe in god?
me: no. i dont.
man two: that's sad.
me: well, i dont find it to be.
man one: arent you cold? (i'm not sure how he meant this. . .)
me: no. i'm not. bye.

[i][b]Jesus dolls rejected from Toys for Tots program[/b][/i]
[b]Bible-quoting toymaker surprised its offer of 4,000 dolls was turned down[/b]

LOS ANGELES - A company that sells Bible-quoting Jesus dolls said it was surprised and disappointed that the Marine Reserves’ Toys for Tots program turned down its offer to donate 4,000 of the talking dolls.

“I believe as a churchgoing person, anyone can benefit from hearing the words of the Bible,” said Michael La Roe, director of business development for Valencia-based Beverly Hills Teddy Bear Co. and its one2believe division, which makes the line of Bible character dolls.

Jehovah witnesses.
Oh, where do I begin?
Pamphlet after pamphlet on how I'm wrong, they're right, and I should go to their church and give them money.
Knocking on my door at un-holy hours (haha :P) of the morning, waking me up from the only sleep I get all week, to give me booklets, pamphlets, blahblahblah. Usually I'm at a loss for words since the whole process goes so quickly and I'm left with a blank look on my face at 9 am Saturday morning with papers in my hand. Every week I promise to "get them" next time. Oh, I will eventually. I'll stay up all night long if I have to. Then I'll be the one to attack them with pamphlets and booklets and ask [i]them[/i] for money. Give 'em a taste of their own medicine.

As most others who share my beliefs, I've often been asked why I am that way. I officially labeled myself as an atheist when I was 11 years old. I've also been asked how I was so sure at such a young age.
Since I was 6 years old until I was 11, I've been in and out of the foster care system. Before then, I was never formally introduced to the idea of religion. My mom considered herself pagan, and I hadnt met my dad. I remember the very first weekend I arrived at the home, me and my little sister were brought to a big church to "ask god into our hearts". I was asked to go up front and pray. I never fully understood what was going on, but they made it sound like it was good thing to be doing this.