+ I started running again. I haven't run a step since my 10K in February 2013, and then a few weeks ago, I just...hopped on the treadmill. I've spent the last 16 months being like, "I just don't enjoy running. I hate it. I liked running my race and it was good that I did it, but I'm not a runner." And then I started running, and what the eff, Brandilyn? Am I loving running? Well, ok, yes. I am. Maybe I'm gearing up for a half marathon at the end of the summer, I JUST DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. Anyways, this plan has been a game changer. I've adapted it to speeds and running/walking ratios that feel good to me, but it was a most helpful jumping off point.
+ My mom has an uncanny ability to remember phone numbers--our childhood orthodontist, a neighbor from 10 years ago, she knows their numbers. I never though I had a brain for that kind of thing until the other day when I made cupcakes, Meg asked what was in them, and I rattled off the ingredients no problem! I have a brain for memorizing recipes, and thank the baking heavens for that.
+ We're cracking down on the budget over here. Big time. It's simultaneously no fun at all and a really great challenge. The GoodBudget app has been so helpful--we make envelopes for each type of budget (groceries, gas, diapers, fun money, etc) and log each purchase. Kaboom responsible adulthood.
+ I took this picture of Carm and can't stop looking at it. It's a framer. I probably made Hailey admire it 4 or 5 times last weekend, she's just the prettiest pooch that ever lived.
these bright tennis balls that she can't chew through, and they're fantastic...except for when she loses them in the grass. Since they're so expensive, I make her dig around with me until we find them. This beautifully lit morning was after a big rain, so
+ Does anyone reading here live in Rexburg? This place called the Soda Vine just opened and I'm all over that place. They make fancy sodas, like my Dr. Pepper with coconut and fresh limes, plus they have these ridiculous sugar cookies (I guess they're the same as some place called Swig in UT?) that I have eaten a shameful number of. Shameful.