happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday O captain my captain!
Happy belated Pal!!!
I hope it was a good one...
HFB!
Three-oh! (It's not so bad)
Hasta,
Boom
Thanks, everyone! I don't mind being 30, but this is where I'd like it to stop.
For my birthday, I went shooting with my dad, girlfriend Terry, and girlfriend's daughter Marysa. We ran into an old guy with an M1 Garand and a Mauser K98 (with which all of you, having playing WWII games, should be familiar), and we got a crack at them. I learned that my dad is a better shot than I (he trained on the Garand back in the '60's), and that Terry is a gun nut. She was LOVING it. She was also pretty accurate (at 200 yards) until her shoulder got tired from the beating (she fired about 15 8mm rounds--which she loaded, herself--with the K98). Marysa enjoyed my old .22 Winchester pump-action the most, but she was handy with my .45. I, on the other hand, will take the Garand.