A Perfect Day

It was Harvest Days at Shaker Village and it was an absolutely lovely day.

Again?!

J and I stay up late. He generally turns in before I do and I rarely go to bed much before 1 am. Tonight, after the concert, we visited with C for a while and then I showered (I have a massage tomorrow morning and needed to shave my legs). We had planned to watch the first episode of Survivor: China On Demand, since we didn't even know it premiered last night (oh how I love On Demand since having kids).

Apparently, J had other ideas and decided to find something else to watch. He started a cheesy horror flick but decided it was too bad to watch (so you know it must have been really bad), but eventually settled on something from FEARnet. Now, he's asleep with the remote and I'm stuck watching a really terrible movie (yet another early '80s incarnation of the ever popular birth/rise of the Anti-Christ storyline). This is the third or fourth time he's done this in the past few months.

I will say this, though, I'm surprised that it came out in 1981...it's held up pretty well (although the audio kind of sucks).

Music To My Ears

J and I went out tonight (thanks, C, for watching the kids - I'm sorry #1 was a crankypants) and saw a fabulous show.

What I Should Have Said...

"Thanks anyway, but I'm far too addicted to chocolate and Diet Coke to even think the word 'Mormon.' Oh and can I assume you're voting for Romney then?"

Thanks, But No Thanks

When J comes home from work, he grabs a bite to eat and then we head out for a walk with the Muffins. We do a nice 2 1/2 mile route around our neighborhood that makes us feel good and allows the kids a chance to get out and get some fresh air. J and I both look forward to our walk very much.

Tonight, as we were just rounding the first corner of our walk we hear a man yell across the street to us and we stop. Immediately, I could tell they were missionaries, but I wasn't sure if they were Baptist or Mormon. (Turns out they were Mormon.) I try to always be polite, so I thought I'd be able to get a word in at some point early in his spiel to kind of nicely shut him down. I was wrong.

Missionary: Do you believe is Jesus Christ?

H: Uhm, yes.*

Missionary: Ok, great! *eyes light up a little bit* Do you have a church you attend?

H: Yes.

Missionary: Oh. *pause* That's Catholic, right?

H: Yes.

Missionary: Well, I'd like to invite you to consider the word of Christ...

J: No offense, but we're really not interested.

H: We're trying to get some exercise before it gets dark and we're only at the beginning of our route, I'm sorry.

J: H, come on.

Missionary: Well, I'd like to offer you the chance to consider the Book of Mormon and another testament of Jesus Christ.

H: OK, well *politely takes offered card and shoves it in the stroller's basket*

We walked away and I was really upset. It's one thing when they come knocking on my door. I can choose not to answer, but to stop us while we were clearly out getting some exercise and fresh air (not to mention that the kids only have so much staying power and our walk takes a good 45 minutes) really annoyed me. Both young men had these creepy glassy-eyed stares and one didn't really say anything at all. J tried to reassure me that they're used to having doors closed on them and people not being interested in what they have to say, but I was trying to be polite and was never given the chance to say, "thanks, but no thanks." I know full well and respect the fact that not everyone believes as I do, but I felt really intruded upon and am still annoyed. Needless to say, the card inviting me to call an 800 number for my free Book of Mormon went straight in the recycling bin when we got home.

* The timing of this is interesting, though, because I've recently begun attending Mass on a regular basis and have a post brewing in my mind about my faith so now I feel even more compelled to get my thoughts down.

What do you do when put in an awkward position?

The Amazing Muffins

Life, In Bullet Points

• I finally found a nice place for our little getaway in October. J and I are looking forward to it, but we're going to miss the kids like crazy, too.
• Over the course of the last week, while stopped in traffic, I've been behind not one, not two, but three - yes, three! - people picking their noses. We're talking some serious pickage.
  
• The kids and I went to visit my former boss and one of my former co-workers last Friday. We had a grand time, ate a yummy lunch, and the kids loved running around the library. #2 ran around barefoot, just like I used to.
• We're all caught up on Mad Men and totally in love with the show. Oh man does that Don Draper have a sexy voice. But Betty? I can't decide if January Jones is a good actress or pulls it off so well because she really is that vacuous. I think I'm leaning towards the latter.
  
• Shopping an outlet mall Labor Day sale with toddler twins is not really the best idea. Especially if one of said twins vomits all over herself in the middle of a store. I'm beginning to think that #2 may be prone to carsickness.
• That said, I picked up some killer deals for fall and winter clothes at Osh Kosh (got to use a 20% off coupon and the multiples discount!) and the kids got new shoes at Stride Rite - and I can't believe that I spent that much for kids' shoes, but they both have my wide feet and it appears that #2 has my high instep. Bummer.
  
• The kids do not like all natural fish sticks.
  
• We're watching the new Battlestar Galactica on DVD. Loving it.
  
• I thought I was pretty set on who I was going to vote for in the primary. Now, I'm undecided.