Brooke

A transplant by nature – home was first surrounded by soybeans and corn, and then by the power of the witness relocation program I became accustomed to a life of black cows, wheat pastures and cowboys. White Label, Polo wearin’, smells like freshly cut hay – cowboys.

As a graduate of Oklahoma State University, my blood bleeds orange, honest - this has been confirmed after donating to save a few tiny humans.

I  grew up on Rural Route 3, out past where the black top ends (seriously.. I really did) and now I live an urban existence where there is Starbucks on the corner, a plethora of grocery stores intertwined between a paved concourse of twisted roads of people driving boxes, on their way to work in a big box, where they’ll probably stare at a box all day.

Currently, I’m in that little slice of life in between  I knew what I was doing and I have no idea what I’m doing. On second thought, that’s about 99.8 percent of the world’s population.

I’m not sure why I have this blog. It’s a compilation of my random thought and abstract life lessons. If you’re here, thanks, if you’re just passing though – be sure to say hi.

Brooke

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