Early Morning Light

Friday – After my run at the lake, I went and did Zumba for 45 minutes with my friend Scott.  I didn’t really sweat a lot, or feel it much, but it did feel good to shake my hips.  I was starving, so I met up with Kaylee and we ate some sushi.  Don’t judge the amount of sushi we ate, we were hungry girls.


Saturday, the BF and I went to the Land Runner’s 3rd week training run at 6 am.  It was at the river and the weather was BEAUTIFUL again, I think it was around 70*.  I was debating whether to run 4 or 5 miles, it really just depended on how my body felt.  I was unsure since my runs had been going PRETTY sucky lately.  I did not run with the BF because he runs anywhere from a 6:30 pace to 8:00 pace.  (I know he will probably correct me because I don’t have the right times exactly and he reads this blog.) 😉
My body felt really good and I ended up doing 5 miles with an 11:01 pace.    Still not the best or where I want to be, but progress…
The BF ran 10 miles at a 7:30 pace.  Show off.  🙂

I cooked another hearty breakfast with eggs, vegetarian sausage patties, and toast.  I filled myself to the brim and couldn’t move for awhile.  That’s healthy, right?  (I also fail at life and blogging because I keep forgetting to take pictures of any of this stuff.  It will be Nicholas’s job to remind me of this from now on.)

I went to my hometown and visited my cousin who moved from Alaska and her family.  I also got to see my niece and nephew, two of my favorites in the world.

Cora with her crazy static hair.

and Enoch with his super cute outfit.  I love those plaid shorts.

Cora loves looking at herself in the iPhone, so we turned the camera around.  She started giving herself kisses.  This is a moment before that happened.

For the past 3 days I have managed to get up at 4:45am to 5:00am and still function in life.  I didn’t even HAVE to get up.  It’s actually not too bad.

Dear Normal work schedule,
I pray you show yourself before the year ends.  I would appreciate the normal functioning of my bowels, energy, joints and state of mind.
I look forward to hearing from you!

Brandi’s Body 


B’oon B’oon!

This past week I went to my hometown for four days to help my brother and sister in law with the babies.  Erin (my SIL), had a C-section with Enoch and she is unable to lift over 10 lbs for 6 weeks.  That leaves a deficit when it comes to handling Cora, who is 15 months old.

So I spent a lot of time holding this one:

and playing with this one:

I’m obviously not skilled at fixing babies hair, she has a little rooster thing going on.

She does the cutest thing like blow kisses, wink, and she loves her “b’oon!” (balloon) and her “Bubb-O” (Enoch).

While I was visiting, I was able to go to my hair dresser, Amanda.  She just so happens to be my HS best friend, someone I’ve known since Kindergarten.  It’s amazing how we’ve stayed friends this long, although there have been plenty of struggles in the many years we’ve known each other.  Anyway, she does an awesome job with my hair and it’s definitely worth the drive to get it done by her.

My hair was ridiculous.  It was thick, hot, too long and pink (from the Color Run)

^^^Not cute.  Ew.

This is all my hair she was able to cut off/thin out and my head feels about 10 lbs lighter.
The end result:

I was sad to go, but glad to get back to my life.  I am going to miss snuggles like this though.

It’s a Boy!

No. I did not have a baby. Although the cashier at Wal-Mart apparently thought I looked like I just had a baby when I was buying diapers, but I digress…  Anyway, my brother and sister in law were expecting, but they wanted it to be a surprise what the baby was.  Well, it’s a baby boy and they named him Enoch Mars.  He has a big sister named Cora, who is 15 months old, and she is so proud of her little brother.

I will now show a ton of pictures because I’m a proud auntie.

Cora is so excited to be a big sister and MY brother will also be killing me for posting this delightful picture of him.

Tons of hair!

Grandma’s first time to hold Enoch.

My first time to hold Enoch, surprisingly enough this did not send my ovaries into baby fever.

The best group picture we could get…

Happy Birthday Dexter!

Yesterday was my dog Dexter’s 2nd birthday.  I don’t have children, who knows if I want any in the first place, but Dexter is like my child.  I adopted him from the Lowrider Rescue and he was a sick little boy since he was taken from a puppy mill.

This was the day that I got him, it’s a crappy phone picture… He was SO little:

In his younger years still…

I got Dexter about a month and a half after my Dad passed away.  This guy helped me to cope with things a little better.  He’s super spoiled and has the funniest personality.  I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Happy Birthday Dexter!!  You are officially not a puppy anymore!

Mother’s Day

News flash:  My motivation to run has been lacking.  I don’t know if it’s because my back still sucks or something else within me is just lazy?  I’ve gotta get it into gear soon, although it’s going to be hard with the hot and humid summer coming up.  Time to put on my big girl panties and suck it up.

This Sunday was Mother’s Day, so I went home to see my sweet Mama.

 (This was me and my mom at my SIL’s baby shower last year when I thought I would look good with dark hair, and nobody told me otherwise. Thanks friends.)

I love my mother so much.  Sometimes it gets really hard to live so far away from her, my immediate family, and friends.  I don’t see myself moving back, but there are some days where I really miss them.

My relationship with my mom has changed, for the better I think, in the past couple of years.  The death of my Dad, put a huge stress on my family, but it brought us so much closer.  Throughout the unbelievable grief and hardship it changed perspective on life, at least for me it did.

Although I know my mom doesn’t read this blog, and won’t ever, (she doesn’t really even know how to work a cell phone, so I’m not being unrealistic.)
Thanks for all you’ve done, you have a big heart and have impacted how I live my life and treat others.
Happy Mother’s Day.


When I visit my mother, Dexter obviously comes with me.  He gets so excited to see his Grandma and his cousin Cosby (my mother’s dog.)

They look guilty.  I’m sure they just tore something up or peed on something they shouldn’t have.

The boys play so much and get along great that when I come home from just  visiting for a day, Dexter does this for at least a couple of days:
I should probably get another dog so he can have a sibling to play with, but it’s such a commitment to get another one.  I would adopt of course, but every time I look at Petfinder, I feel incredibly sad and I want to adopt every single dog in the world.  Maybe someday I’ll brave it and adopt another dog.