Brooke Meagan Jones - Angel Oak Tree Johns Island

It’s been a while since I’ve just rambled on about what I’ve been up to, so here we go. That picture up there was taken about a week ago. Aaron and I drove over to Johns Island to visit the Angel Oak Tree. Her age is up for debate, but it’s estimated that she’s more than 1500 years old and is possibly the oldest live oak tree in all of North America (if not the world). It’s said that if you’re really quiet, you can hear her whisper, “We are Groot.”

Anyway, Aaron and I just experienced our first American Thanksgiving. In Canada, Thanksgiving is celebrated in October, so I’ve basically been eating pumpkin pie for two months. We originally thought we would use the four day weekend to head out on a little road trip, but then we remembered that we’re adults now and need to think about responsible spending. Not to mention, I have a dentist appointment coming up and I need enough money to buy my own milkshake afterwards. So, we decided to stay home and just do mini adventures.

A lot of those adventures were to the gym. We’re still determined to look our best in Jamaica. The gym was actually really nice over the weekend because it was so quiet. Of course, when it’s really quiet, I can’t help but wonder if everyone can hear the unique mix of Akon, Coldplay, and Pussycat Dolls pumping from my headphones. At least when it’s quiet, I don’t have to worry about too many people seeing me get all teared up during “Fix You” as I imagine myself doing something super heroic like winning The Amazing Race despite all the setbacks. It was just such a long journey to get there, you know.

I’m starting to feel like a real regular at the gym. I even feel pretty comfortable in the dreaded weights section. Give me another week or so and I’ll be that guy who after every set, drops his weights and yells, “YEAH! COME OOOOOONNN!!” I think I’ll refrain from freeing the nipple though.

One of my favorite things about the weekend was all of the time we spent at the beach. Everyone is always so happy and relaxed at the beach. We almost ran into a bit a trouble when Koda got into squat position right as our only poop bag flew out of my pocket and started to blow away. Thankfully, some guy came out of nowhere and saved the day with an impressive water rescue.

There were tons of people out on the beach playing football and other games. When a soccer ball came flying our way, we knew it was our turn to help out. So, Aaron chased after the ball and managed to stop it. He eyed up his target down the beach, wound up, and then kicked that ball straight out into the ocean.

I hope you all had a great weekend!
Ta Da For Now, Brooke



When Someone Tells You They Don’t Watch TV

When Someone Tells You They Don't Watch TV

Last week, I found myself telling a stranger about a Hallmark Christmas movie I’d just watched. She stopped me and said, “I don’t watch TV. I’m too busy doing other things.” Maybe I was just feeling insecure, but all I heard was, “I have better and more important things to do.” Knowing that we wouldn’t have much to talk about, I glazed over.

She continued to talk while I thought about all the things she might possibly choose over Island Hunters. Did she activate her almonds? Had she mastered the magic of tidying up so well that every morning she woke up to the sound of her socks singing “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” in harmony. Maybe she was really into adult coloring books. Should I start coloring? It could actually be fun. Hmmmm…just how adult were these coloring books anyway?

This is where I sort of went off on a tangent.

I started to think about potential adult coloring books for all of my favorite Disney movies: The Little Mermaid: Under the Sea Men, A Lad in Jasmine, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella Dressed in Yella…Toy Story. Uh-Oh! Pinocchio is all grown up now and it’s not his nose that keeps getting bigger. Pinocchio, you dirty liar.

At this point, I realized that the size of the smile on my face wasn’t appropriate for the conversation. Fortunately, the woman either didn’t notice or took it as a compliment and kept talking. I tried to listen, but all I could think about was what colors she should use for Woody and Buzz Light Gear. Finally, she said, “Well, I better go (forage for mushrooms). Have a happy holiday!”

“Merry Christmas to you too. Ya filthy colorer!”


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  Ta Da For Now, Brooke



23 Thoughts I Have While Tanning

23 Thoughts I Have While Tanning
I don’t like to go tanning. I like the way I look with a tan, but I don’t like the smell of burnt skin, I worry about premature aging, and I’ll take pasty over skin cancer if I have a choice. I’m paranoid to begin with. I wear sunscreen every day no matter what and have had doctors look at moles so many times that one actually sighed the last time I asked about them.

Why am I tanning then? Because my brother is getting married in Jamaica and just this one time I’d like to glow a little bit more like the sun and a little less like Harry Potter’s Patronus. Also, the more I tan, the more I can eat. There’s that.

So, I’ll be tanning once or twice a week until we leave. Nothing too crazy, but just enough so that I don’t pull a repeat of last holiday and spend the whole week looking like the person who just arrived.

Fellow Tourist: Oh, did you just arrive today too?
Me (5 days into my holiday): Ummmm….yeah.


  1. Has this bed actually been sanitized?
  2. Yeah, I’m leaving my underwear on, thank you very much.
  3. Better roll my underwear into the tiniest triangle possible in case I drink too much and decide to put on that bikini that makes me look European.
  4. Ahhhh, this is actually kind of nice.
  5. Wait, did I lock the door?
  6. Was that the door opening?
  7. Did someone just see me naked?
  8. Is someone else in here?
  9. I still remember what happened to Jennifer Love Hewitt in I Still Know What You Did Last Summer.
  10. I’m just going to look to make sure nobody is in here (goggles fall off). My eyes!
  11. OK, time to relax.
  12. What if this tanning bed never turns off and doesn’t open?
  13. Yeah, I should try to open it right now.
  14. Oh good, it opens. Maybe I won’t close it all the way so I can just slide out if need be.
  15. I’m going to look so good this holiday.
  16. Shit. I forgot to lift up my butt cheeks so I don’t get that awkward white line under each one.
  17. Why is this tanning bed turning off?
  18. Oh, my six minutes are up.
  19. That was a breeze.
  20. The lighting in here is awesome.
  21. Where’s a full length mirror when you need one?
  22. Does that mole look different?
  23. Better go see the doctor.


Ta Da For Now, Brooke