pink

Thank goodness for weekends. Yesterday I hung out at the pool with Karen as a welcome relief from the heat and last evening Jared and I had friends over for dinner. We had filet that I bought from the local butcher and stuffed it with blue cheese. Delish! We then played Pit and stayed up into the night. At 6:40 in the morning, Jared woke me up from my snuggly slumber and pulled Josh out of the guest room and alerted Scout to start her barking engine and we were off to the next activity: skeet shooting. I now have a camo and pink earguards and orange clay pigeons and a red skeet thrower. 

I also pulled off a smile at 7am by the lake in the already scorching heat.

Here's a couple of photos of the boys throwing and shooting.

This is shortly after I blew a clay pigeon away with the benelli. I only shot the gun 10 times and my shoulder started hurting around shot 7. I hit 20% of my targets which isn't too bad considering I usually shut my eyes somewhere between seeing the flying pigeon and pulling the trigger as I brace for the kick-back pain of the gun into my somewhat-very small shoulder. There is, however, nothing quite like popping my eyes back open to see the clay pieces flying in all different directions after a good direct hit. Otherwise, it's quite a bummer to watch the untouched pigeon just fall into the lake lonely and unharmed. 

We also hit up Cracker Barrell for breakfast this morning and boy, do I love their pancakes. And eggs. And bacon. It's just wonderful. 

Tomorrow it's back to work, but I'm trying not to think about that right now. The patients will be there tomorrow and the craziness of this bunch will just be replaced by the craziness of another. Speaking of work, however, yesterday marked the four year anniversary of my time at Bradford. This is a big month for me including that plus my 30th birthday and my 2nd wedding anniversary. Go me for getting older and sticking to things, right? One thing I've noticed as I'm getting older is that presence of danger. I can get hurt and I don't want to get hurt. It's a bit sad at times to know that I'm not invincible, that I do need to show up to work on Monday, and falls/bruises/mishaps are painful. Oh adulthood. What will the 30's bring?