“I’ve spent too much time alive & not living.” – unknown
Everyone comes into your life for a reason. She was no exception. I met Christina through my ex husband, a cousin of his. Christina & I instantly became friends. I would even consider her a sister. Living ten hours apart has its difficulties however. Now forgive me, this may start to sound lovey dovey but she truly is one inspirational woman. Christina is the reason I started this blog in the first place. Her life, her family & her positive energy has often pulled me out of tough times. Without her, I have no idea where I would be. Knowing each other over the last eight years has proven that we are very similar in many aspects, someone I aspire to be. Christina has a true beauty about her both inside & out. She’s constantly working hard, she’s an amazing mom to a little girl (Hi Zoey!😘) & a fantastic wife. She has a raw emotion to her that I’ve never seen in anyone else I’ve ever met. When my marriage was crumbling I confined in her. She was right there with no judgement letting me vent & sob. She was real & and truthful, exactly what I needed to pull me out of the emotional roller coaster. Christina is someone I hope to keep in my life, for the rest of my life. I don’t think she has any idea how I truly feel about her, how truly amazing & inspirational she is to me. I assume (well actually I know full well) that she will read this & hopefully it will put a smile on her face. Her style, her compassion for life often reflects mine. Her boho, free spirit personality is what we have most in common. She is no ordinary woman. Christina I want you to know that you really do inspire me every day. Wether it’s blogging, baking, taking care of your little girl or simply just living your life. You really do have a beautiful soul. The person who you’ve grown into in the last eight years has inspired me to constantly better myself. I love you like a sister. If any of you are lucky enough to meet her, you’ll see exactly what I mean.
P.s any of you interested in just a little insight of whom she is, check out her blog: Alternative Outlet
Ahem. I have a….. Talent? In attracting odd ball men. Some I’m sure are as sweet as pie but come across….. Different. I for whatever reason have had some really odd situations happen to me ever since I was a teenager. Never any “dangerous” situations but I always seem to attract the guys missing a few chromosomes. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve attracted normal men as well. However, who really wants to hear about the normal ones? Borrrriinnngggggg.
Here’s just a few stories or examples of what I mean:
– My favourite all time was the guy who ate his own skin. I wish I was lying. We went out & after quite a few racist remarks, him telling me I can’t talk to any other men & chanting gay slurs at people I had enough. But this wasn’t the end my friends. As we sat there talking he proceeded to tell me he got chemical burn on his fingers. Which then decided to chew off and swallow. You can’t make this stuff up. I asked him to stop, he’s reasoning? “Well gold member did it”…. Date over.
– Semi good looking dude worth talking to “hey! What’s your name?” Me- “hi! I’m Brookelynn!” Dude – “yeah right, and my names New York” me- “cause I haven’t heard that before”…. Walk away. (This has sadly happened more times than I can count)
– I also met another guy who’s English was horrible. He primarily spoke Spanish. This turned into full blown Google translation war. He was cool, super talented tattoo artist but wow. I’m pretty sure at one point I mixed Spanish & Italian together. The poor guy. We never had a hope. After a lot of odd looks, a few days of Google translation & awkward kissy face emojis I called it a day.
– I often get direct messages on Instagram or even Facebook. Typically it’s “hey I saw you on Tinder, not sure if you saw me” let’s be honest, I’ve seen you, I probably left swiped. Sorry pal. But thanks for creeping out my social media, totally makes you look normal. 👌🏻
– I have a problem with talking to strangers, I have an addiction to knowing the in & out’s of different personalities. As you can imagine, this leads to some odd conversations, often turns into these totally randoms thinking I’m into them. Nope, sorry. Just wanted to say hi.
………Ahem. Enough said.
These are just a few of the stories from the random odd balls I’ve met. I could go on forever about the diversity of guys I attract. All in all, it’s all in good fun. I mean, obviously these guys weren’t meant for me. But I’m sure they’ll make some other girl extremely happy. Right?!
– staying single forever Crooks.✌🏻️
•disassembling life, no instructions required•
So it happened. I started packing. I don’t move for another three weeks but I felt the longer I leave it, the more emotional I’ll be. Sort’ve like tearing off the band aid. It’s hard to see your entire life in boxes, it’s even harder to live in a bare bones house that was once a home. They say “out with the old & in with the new”. Easy for them to say. (Who are “they” anyways?). How do you determine what to pack & what to toss? I was at a constant cross road as to what I should be keeping & what I need to let go of. I guess this is sort’ve a metaphor for my life right now. It’s crazy once you start tearing apart your personal goods what you find. I’ve realized I’m a book hoarder, easily over two hundred books. What the hell am I supposed to do with all of these? Seems impossible to let go, yet impractical to keep them. I disassembled my bedroom, bye bye barn board headboard, bye sparkly chandelier. Bare bones bed & a dresser. It almost feels like prison. I found a ton of stuff from the wedding, everything from invites, to thank you cards, to my bouquet & the stamp we used on the wishing tree. What do people typically do with these things? What happens when you divorce? Do people typically just throw it all away? I guess my divorce is anything but “typical” why start now? It just seems too bitter sweet to just toss the memories/memorabilia in the garbage. I also found a coconut that I found on a beach in Bahamas back in 2011. It’s safe to say I tossed that haha. I guess most people when they move have a destination. They know where they will be in six months and have a better understanding of what they need. Just another challenge to overcome. I’m choosing to look at this move as a fresh start. Unfortunately I have to pull through the next few daunting weeks to get there. I have a lot of changes coming up in life, I’m excited to see where it goes, yet terrified to let go what I already know. Life really is a guessing game sometimes, so what will it be? Door one? Door two? Or door three?
– growing up Crooks.