Today is the birthday...

I am so glad to be getting older, as opposed to the alternative.

The after life is supposed to be better. Well, maybe, but no one has phoned back to say for sure. I would hate to get the call, probably means you are on your way, so it doesn't matter what you tell the dude in the next seat.

Youth is wasted on the young, the golden years are something around twenty five to thirty five. Now everything is more painful.

Now that the whining is over, goin' to the range today! Takin' the big boy's toys! Got two that qualify as A$$ Whoopin' in a box, plan to come back with bruises and ringing ears (hearing protection is not optional)!