The leaves are turning

I'm a little late on this blog post so I'm going to include several stories from last week on it. The leaves are starting to fall here and for the past several weeks it has been really beautiful outside. I love the fall and Virginia is a great place in the fall, especially the University of Richmond campus. I think that the leaves in Massachusetts, Vermont, and Rhode Island are still superior, but it's a really nice place to watch as things change.
So, speaking of that change, I am very happy about our new president-elect. I think that just in terms of how the world perceives us, he has already been a huge success. I had the great opportunity to work for the Obama campaign's voter protection program on election day. So, to be a poll watcher I had to be at Glen Allen Elementary School by 5:00 am, and I didn't leave until they called in the election results at about 8:30 that night. VERY long day. But it was a great opportunity and really inspiring to watch democracy at work. Glen Allen ended up favoring John McCain by about 400 votes, and by 3:00 PM we had nearly 80% voter turnout in that precinct.
Working with the people who gave their days to be poll workers was also pretty amazing. It was really funny because there were some high school students who were volunteering as well, and some of the older women at the polls started talking to me about how cute one of them was. Quickly realizing that I am a little out of high school one of the women said "yeah, but she would be jail bait for him." I barely stopped myself from laughing out loud at hearing a woman in her early 70s say the word jail bait. Even after that they didn't stop the conversation, going on to debate how they would feel as the parent of a 17 year old girl if a guy my age were trying to date her. At first they all agreed that they would not be comfortable with that, until one of them pointed out "well, he is going to be a lawyer." I stopped listening at that point, so I'm not sure what they concluded. As for my own conclusion? I'll stay away from 17 year old high school students, thank you very much.

More on the leaves turning. First, I need a camera. I've thought a bit about buying a camera, but maybe I should save my money. Around here somebody always seems to have a camera and they all have facebook accounts, so usually I just steal their pictures. It would be nice to be able to photograph all of the things I've been able to experience though. On Saturday my friend Mike and I spent the day with his family going to a place called Belle Isle, here in Richmond. It's a beautiful little island on the James River with a lot of history. Mike's sister-in-law Debbie took a lot of pictures of us, so I'll try and post some of those if I ever get them.
Mike called me up Saturday morning to see if I could help our relief society president move apartments, so I headed over there and Mike, Joseph, and I helped April, Natalie, and Jessica make sure Natalie's move from one side of the hall to the other went off without a hitch. Somehow, I think that we did more playing dress up than we did helping move. Luckily my quirkiness is matched by other people around here.

I gave a talk about the Prodigal Son on Sunday and that went really well. A lot of people seemed to really appreciate it. I also got to teach the lesson at Family Home Evening on Monday night, I taught my lesson based on a training I did back on the mission about avoiding weariness. That also seemed to go well, although not as well because we had FHE at a park and some people were cold. We went on to play a game of ultimate spoons and then headed back to a member's home for some hot cocoa and Krispy Kreme.

Basketball injuries and Halloween

Everybody gather round for a super exciting story. Okay, first - look at this picture. Do you see my nose? Do you notice little bits of blood on it? How it's kinda-sorta damaged? Yeah, well... let me explain. So, I had a super hot date this week with an amazing girl - but I was a total jerk. At the end of the night I tried to move in for a kiss - and BAM! she punched me right in the nose with all of her might. I didn't give up easily and went in again - and BAM! Another hit, damaging the side of my nose. I don't know what's up but that girl can bunch in a manner that causes more scraping than normal punches to the face... I'm also not certain why she decided to punch my nose instead of just give me a nice shiner. It must just be her way, I guess. Anyhow, we're going on a second date this Tuesday....

Well, either that or I just made up a story. You guys can decide. In other news, there is a group of us that gathers together to play basketball every Thursday. A few weeks ago I twisted my ankle pretty bad while driving to the basket and landing on my own teammates foot. I actually kinda ended up tackling her, but I got hurt a lot worse than she did so she didn't beat me up or anything. That's only on dates. Despite the pain in my ankle I keep playing, but I have to play with my glasses on because I let my prescription for contacts expire and haven't made a new eye appointment so I can get some more contacts. Maybe I should do that soon, considering that something weird might happen while playing basketball. Something like, say, running into somebody who's arm hits my face in such a manner to cause my glass to flip up and kinda scrape the bridge of my nose. If something like that were to happen I could possibly get a scab similar to the one I got from that hot date last week.... Hmmm - maybe I shouldn't worry about it. That kind of thing seems HIGHLY unlikely. It's much more likely that a girl would punch me in such a manner when I try to kiss her on the first date, cuz that's totally my style, all aggressive and stuff. And after beating me up she would happily accept a second date with me. And I've never made up non-existent female companions for myself before. So you know that nothing like that basketball injury I just described could ever have happened, right?

So - now that we have that cleared up. This weekend was Halloween! I like Halloween.... it's kinda fun. Last year I was the Green Lantern. Because I was the Green Lantern last year I had these sweet spandex tights that I bought so that I could be the Green Lantern, cuz he's a superhero and wears tights. Well, for some random reason, perhaps the proximity to Halloween, this Thursday I decided to pull out the tights and go old school Dwyane Wade on the basketball court. Cuz the tights were totally the coolest thing in the NBA until David Stern got upset and changed the dress code so that he could deny Dwyane Wade that most basic of human rights, the right to wear tights! Fortunate fool that I am, I never made it to the NBA and so David Stern's fascistic rules do not apply to me! Thus, I wore my tights proudly as I played the games of basketball that, if it weren't for that hot date who beat me up, may have resulted in my nose getting scraped. Sadly, I tend to ruin all the nice things I get in life. And my style of basketball tends to be the hussle and dive on the floor style... which may lead to floor burns when not wearing tights and holes in tights when I wear them. That's right, I have a hole in my tights.... The Green Lantern may never rise again - how sad is that?

Luckily, my friend Tara had an idea for a different costume for me this Halloween. I have to admit that I kinda slacked this year and was not prepared at all with about a week before the big day. Well, Tara contacted me on facebook and basically commanded me to be Popeye the Sailor Man (that's right Tara, COMMANDED! mwahahaha [with and m]HA!!!). Well, I kept on procrastinating even after I finally had some idea of what to be and didn't try to put a costume together until Halloween day. Needless to say the result was somewhat less than spectacular as show in the picture to your right. I had to make a makeshift pipe out of a small plastic cup and a drinking straw. I didn't have a proper sailor hat to wear so I borrowed one of my friend Phil's hats. He later gave it to me (that's right, now I have a super sexy hat for my second date with that one girl that may or may not exist). You can't tell in this picture (another picture of me in this costume is rumored to exist, but I have not seen it yet - I may update), but I bought two small tan towels and drew an anchor tattoo on them then used elastic bands to tie them around my forearms, bought me a can of spinach, some navy blue pants that were totally high-water, and a nice black polo shirt to finish the ensemble. Also, I do a terrible Popeye voice. I am ashamed. We had a big ward activity handing out candy to kids and then a dance afterwards - others in this picture include from Left to Right: Melissa Penman, Arianne Barrus, Isaac the Sailor Imitator, Mike Stafford, and Melissa Richardson. Costumes are: olympian, elvis, Isaac, Ron Burgundy?, and pirate - in case you were wondering. After the dance some people went and watched the Orphanage, an excellent Spanish-language horror film.

In other news we had a semi-Stake Conference this weekend. Because President Packer came two weeks ago they didn't do the normal Sunday sessions of conference but we did have the adult session on Saturday night. Our ward was supposed to sing and the bishop's wife was really worried about people showing up so I told her I'd try my best to be there. In one of the all time tragic moments of my life a friend from the ward had an extra ticket to go listen to Tony Blair speak! I was crushed as I had to keep my promise to Sister Levin and miss out on THE Tony. I have some interesting Tony Blair anecdotes to share - but I'll save those for another day. PS - my nose hurts a little bit. Not as bad as when I think I broke it though.