i'm back.

so i went to go to bible study tonight at kents at 6, as i was about a block away driving up it looked like the front light was off (it was off before and that night i found out there acctually was no bible study) but as i drove closer i found that it was on it was just hidden by another house. then i realized that there was a noticible lack of cars. (that happened before too) so i went to the door cause the light was on and found out from kent that it was canceled because kari got sick and kent called the kauls and had them call everyone who normally goes... i guess they missed me. but on the bright side i am winning the award for going the most times that there isn't bible study.

then after coming home for a short bit i went to phantom of the opera with lauren. it was a great time and a great movie.

so by popular demand here is the story of how i fell through a floor. (table and floor were tied but i think flor is a better story so)

it was the weekend of feburay 2nd (i think) in camp was hosting the bethel junior high retreat and i was working at camp. one of the many jobs i was doing that weekend was tending the fire and bringing in fire wood. sunday morning i was refilling fire wood (the pile should be as high as ludvigs eyes) so i went of to get fire wood and i was reaching for a log on the top of a very hile pilein the wood shed when another log came falling down, me with super fast reflexes thought to myself "you know i should move my sandaled foot before that log falls on it" so i quickly mooved my right foot just before the log landed right where it used to be. but as i placed my right foot on the floor behind where it was originally it crashed through the floor. my leg continued going through the floor for about 2 feet untill my foot reached the ground. i has scraped up my leg some and temporaraly lost a sandal but i didn't drop any wood (other than that one log) so i brought it all inside, went and got my sandal and then told bob (petry not uncle bob) that the floor was broken and it was all my fault. that's my story and i'm sticking to it

In God's Hands,
thomas kvamme