What Happens When Megan Plays Volleyball

Alright. Our ward had a volleyball night. I had no intention of going but Greg and I had a conversation like this:
G- You should go.
M- I don't want to play volleyball.
G- There will be other people there.
M- Yeah, they'll all be playing volleyball.
G- No they won't, there's gonna be chili, I think people are just gonna hang out.

Well, he convinced me. It had a huge turn out, we were really surprised. So turns out that EVERYONE came to play. The only women NOT playing were in the kitchen cleaning, where I eventually ended up. So I'm watching on the sidelines and about every 2 minutes somebody says, "You're not playing? Why don't you come in?" Eventually, after 15 people ask me this I'm starting to feel self conscious. Throughout the game I see a lot of people that are not playing well and I think, "Well, maybe I'll go in. I'm ATLEAST as good as they are. No one seems to care when people mess up." But I don't go in. I don't know why, I just never play sports. When I was young it was all about fear, but year after year it sort of just became habit to say "no thanks". After an hour or so Greg tells me to get in. So I go for it. Now they were playing this game "scramble" I've never before heard of. People are going in and out from court to sidelines very quickly. So I jump in the line and within 30 seconds I'm up. So I run out and suddenly have this, "What the heck am I doing out here?!!!" kind of feeling. I know it wasn't as dramatic as war but I felt in the middle of chaos like something would shoot at me any moment and I just felt out of control!!! Well within 20 seconds the ball comes my way and I freeze and it just lands behind me. I do actually throw my hands up but miss it by atleast 5 feet. So that meant we were out. So I run to the sidelines and remember, "Oh this is why I never play sports." I always freeze. I just do. So I think, "Well, I tried and I really don't think it's going to get any better than that." So I sit back down. A few minutes go by and I feel my eyelid suddenly stinging! A LOT!!! I'm thinking to myself, "What is going on? Where did this come from?!" I'm thinking . . . then I realize, "I must have punched myself out there! What else could it be?" I didn't remember hitting myself, but something was definitely going on with my eye. So when Greg gets out I jump down and say, "Look at my eye, is it red?" And he tells me my make up is smeared and I have a scratch. I knew it! I'm blown away by my ability to hurt myself. I'm always running into things, and I've even poked myself in the eye with the broom while sweeping (yes it's true) but this was a first to hurt myself purely with my own body. Eventually I go to the bathroom and after I wash my hands I check out my eye and this is what I discover.

MISSING EYELASHES!!!!

What the heck! Somehow on that court I swung my hands up and rubbed them against my eye so hard that I had removed a chunk of my eyelashes! Unbelievable. An all new level of clumsiness. I start laughing right there in the bathroom and run out to show Greg and continue on to others in the ward. It made me feel good that I knew it was gonna look bad, but didn't seem to care when 6 years ago this would have been the end of my life. Ah, how things change. I don't know how I injure myself so much. No one else seems to have these problems. In the pic you can see the bruise above my eye.

This is what I have been waiting for ever since I left the U.S. It was so wonderful I took a picture.

One of the girls in Greg's church class gave this to him. It's her giving a flower to him. How sweet is that!!!!

Life is going good. We got to know people in the ward a lot better at the activity and got invited to watch a BYU football game online afterwards. We didn't care about the game, but went to hang out with people. It was a lot of fun. A lot of the group were singles. Single people have so much more energy. Somehow, we ended up all sitting at a little kid table drawing with coloring pencils 'till 1 am. Something that wouldn't have been unusual 4 years ago, but that randomness just doesn't happen nowadays. It was like a flashback to the single days. It's sad though because basically everyone is leaving in 4 weeks because they're all interns. But we're making friends with people that will be here a long time, too.

That's about it. I think I'm going to cut someone's hair for the first time tonight! We got invited to an FHE with all the interns and one of them wants me to cut their hair. But I don't have a cape or squirt bottle or even a decent comb. It feels all awkward. Oh well, we'll see how it goes. SO MANY people have told me they have such trouble communicating what they want for their hair becasuse no one speaks english.

Toodooloo!