Oh dear!

I'm sure you remember that Warren and Jared pulled up on the farm and Jared hopped out of the Jeep and shot a turkey. 

They both wanted a bird, so Warren then did the following...

Yep, that's my 42 year-old physician brother mowing the grass with his shotgun slung over his shoulder just in case another Tom turkey happened to idle by.

We are becoming a straight up redneck family. Thankfully, mother is scheduling some time at Cheekwood and the Cedar Creek Marina so we can remember our manners! My my!

We are barreling along this path of life. I cannot believe that Warren is 42, I am 30, and Brad is 40. We have so many ties that bind, yet lead such strangely different lives.

Jared and I are quickly approaching our 3 year wedding anniversary. Stop it, this life just moves on with or without my permission. I'm feeling a great desire lately to make the moments worthwhile, to savor them and make the most of each hour. Unfortunately, this desire can at times lead to me fretting that I'm not using my time wisely and that maybe I shouldn't be watching TV and should instead be in medical school! Then, I end up scolding myself for missing moments with fretting and then the guilt sinks in and the shame spiral begins. My my! It is difficult to be in my crazy spinning head without the help of Lexapro to calm it down. My father used to tell me that I expect life to be too exciting. I'm sure I've mentioned this before and I think it's very true. I want life to be vibrant and full and I get worried if it's too "normal." And yet, the normal can be delicious. Hard work at a good job followed by a walk with Scout, a healthy dinner with family, and then two popsicles for good measure. 

What could be better?