living in solitude(ish).

dear crazy cat ladies and hermits of the world: i get you.

i get it! the whole ‘living on your own’ thing. it’s the caterpillar’s spats (thanks you google search: ‘synonyms for “the bees knees’ …i think?). there is a certain kind of beautiful that can only be found in a clean, organized fridge. carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, and other various veggie tales protagonists all squeezed nicely into the bottom shelf; strawberries, grapes, apples, and cherries in the right drawer. lactose-free almond milk…bottles of diet pepsi (it’s a new phase, sorry mom!)…leftovers, my leftovers…bliss, bliss, bliss!

i can stay in my rutty, white robe all day and just…lounge. at any decibel at any hour. FREEDOM! if the place is messy, it is my mess; my hair in the drain, my laundry on the floor, my cheese-encrusted dishes. i love my messes so much i could lick them up.

the best part: the naked barrier? gone. fart barrier? thing of the past. anxiety over having to sneakily steal condiments…and cereal…and fancy dryer’s ice cream (my jana-roommate always bought the expensive stuff! s’mores ice cream, are you kidding me?!)…no more!

now, how wonderful is that?

here’s to one more week of living in solitude! then it’s off to idaho…home, sweet home.

p.s. ummm…hello? my name is brooke and i am apparently the world’s easiest target? ha. whatever, if someone tries to snatch me, they will have to cross the barrier of the non-fart-barrier barrier…you know?

family in town!

my family came into town this past week for their spring break. in other words, they came into town to meet (and SERIOUSLY approve!) of jeff. ha. we spent most of the week eating and planning the wedding (THE WEDDING!)(BECAUSE I’M GETTING MARRIED!)(is this real life?!). it’s funny how i had pinned so many things about my fake wedding in my head but now that there’s actually a boy and a ring and a date (august 3rd, baby!) i can’t even come up with any ideas! thankfully jeff has a few of his own…oh heavens, help that boy. a few days ago he suggested that we have a sand volleyball and rockband tournament at our reception. ha. and he is insisting on having funnel cakes, fountain drinks, and a ranch fountain? hmmm?

anyways, these are pictures from one day we spent playing at the park with my cousin jennie and her precious daughters and then at a milagros’ mexican restaurant (suggest! suggest! suggest!) where jeff was thoroughly grilled by her. ha! i love how cute and protective my family is and how jeff just takes the grilling like a champ (“when did you know you were in love with brooke?” “when it was her turn to pick the song and she turned on ‘let’s get it on’ by marvin gaye!”)

p.s. sorry for being such a bad blogger! i am going to be better! a few nights ago i told jeff that i had to go home because i HAD TO BLOG! (which i didn’t actually do; confession: it’s harder to blog when great things are actually happening! ha!) my brain has been everywhere! in the words of my dad, he knew that he should be worried when i wasn’t blogging 3 times a day.


i’m going to feed it to you straight and not try to be poetic about this matter-at-hand: friday night at approximately 11:37, the fart barrier was broken…by me.

we were sitting in his little white car per usual. my feet were up on the dash and the heat was on low…i was relaxed. too relaxed, evidently. i was in the middle of telling a story about my childhood. i love talking about my childhood; well, talking and lying. most of the time i seriously embellish stories of my childhood (well, most of the time i seriously embellish stories of…everything). and then…

it came out. fast and short and sort of loud. just like my friend taylor!

i didn’t know how to react, for sure he had heard it! i decided immediately to own it…midsentence:

“i was so happy on my eighth ijustfartedjustthen.”

“…wait, what?”

“i was telling you about my eighth birthday party and how ijustfartedjustthen.”

“oh, well…there’s benefits to that…”

and then he ripped one. long and piercing.

….just kidding.

but i already miss it! it’s like your first kiss; you’re glad tofinally get it over with so your stomach will stop hurting so much (over nerves! or indigestion!) when you’re with the other person but once it’s gone, you miss it! you’ll never have it back!

stories of smelly farts and loud farts and it-wasn’t-me farts continued for the next half hour as i nodded along and thought about the monster i had created (and laughed hysterically)(and contributed my own stories)…what have i done?! I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS. i miss the barrier!

…and ijustfartedjustnow…(joke!)(…ish!)