Only the good die young

Well, I guess it happens to the best of us. I haven't been on here in ages, but I figured it was time to make a little update. That little update happened over on the Blogger profile side of things. I am no longer a 20-something. That's right, as of Friday I have officially complete my third decade of life and am now the big 3-0. Really, I don't feel any different, despite all the ribbing I've been getting about it. I think the good part is that I am not the first of my close friends by far to go through this. My Sis of course says she can't talk to me again until she gets there... I wonder if I can hold her to that? (haha, just kidding krispy!)

Something a little more exciting than me getting older is the fact that today was Youth Sunday at our church. This is when the Youth groups (SWAT for high school and Area 51 for Jr High,) take over the morning service. Today the SWAT band did all the music, (they rock!) Well, almost all the music. The band made up of completely students is so good that none of us leaders have to help, so we got together and did our own song. It was cool to get up there with Boomer, Ems and Chucky...it feels like so long since we've done it. The Roomy got some people to participate in some of the games that he does at a typical Area 51 gathering. For example: Vegatabowling! He sets up golf tees like bowling pins on one end of a table and someone stands at the other end and spits a brussel sprout out of their mouth to knock them down... Yeah, Narsty! Anyway, then he gave a great talk in place of one of the regular pastors, (not that their talks aren't great, too...) and then we ate pizza! In fact most of the guys are probably still there playing Settlers. I couldn't stay because today is the first day of curling playoffs. Speaking of which, I should be off.

I drive a lot slower now, you know...

All for now,
Kef...