Wise Words Wednesday – Popularity Contest

Happy hump day, y’all!


Saw this quote and just had to do it for a Wise Words.

I love this because I used to be big on needing everyone to like me. Maybe it was because I grew up in a small town and figured no one would talk about someone who they liked, but I was wrong.

Once I got to college, I realized that I didn’t need everyone to like me and there would be people I didn’t get along with.

You just have to accept that whatever you do in life, you’ll make someone mad or they won’t agree with you. This isn’t meant to sound cynical, but it’s just kinda the truth.

You do what you gotta do and what you want to do. The people who really like you for you will stay. Everyone else can eat rocks. 🙂

Until next time,

C. Brooks

They Shoot Single People, Don’t They?

It’s here.

The season almost every twenty-something dreads. No, I’m not talking about bikini season, although, that sucks the big one too.

I’m talking about wedding season.

c8371ab1d08dac57241a455b31f7eac8The season of taffeta vs organza, black tie preferred vs cool and casual and open vs cash bar. Oh, and who can forget the free-roaming bridezillas that walk among us all –watch yo back, betches!

Of course, being a single twenty-something at the wedding, I dread the question, “so…when do you think you’ll take the plunge?”

To this question, my heart always speeds up a bit and I answer with a polite and funny-but-true answer of, “well, I’m thinking about getting a dog in a year or so…but not sure I can really commit yet.”

Seriously, being single at weddings blows. You’re surrounded by love and heart-shaped everything and people crying left and right.

But actually. It’s like the ‘someone just cut onions’ or ‘dammit!! I just stepped on a Lego’ type of crying. Yikes.

In all reality though, there are worse things than going to a wedding single, but you still have to mentally prepare yourself for all the love you’ll be witnessing.

This is why I’ve devised some tips that help me get through the singles hunting season almost completely unscathed. I say “almost” because no one can un-see your grandma “drop it like it’s hot” on the dance floor.

1. Don’t wear white. Just don’t. The bride is already freaked out enough hoping that her 4 ft ice sculpture doesn’t melt before the reception and that the doves will be released at the exact moment the “I dos” are spoken, much less worrying that some of her bridezilla spotlight will be stolen by your off-white, but too-white-to-wear-to-a-wedding dress.

2. Don’t feel the need to subject yourself to the bouquet toss. This tradition, I’m convinced, was created by men to see cat-fights in short little dresses. Let’s save the chick fights for their day dreams and let the tradition die out quietly.

3. Don’t hook up with more than one member of the bridal party. These are the closest people to the bride and groom, so chances are, if you’re close to them, you’ll see these people again and again, meaning you’ll want to avoid any awkward situations that might occur at the next morning’s champagne brunch. So, if you must, just pick one and focus all of your liquid courage on that person.

4. Speaking of liquid courage, don’t drink to the point of no return. Sure, it’s fun to take shots with everyone, but no one likes an overtly drunk wedding guest. They just make the bride uncomfortable and worrying about what dumb thing they’ll do next. Save yourself the hangover and celebrate responsibly.

5. This one may be the most important rule for your awesome single self to follow:

Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT feel the need to explain to your grandma, aunt, great uncle or anyone else why you are single. Whether you’re a young twenty-something or a 50 year old, you don’t have to explain your life choices to anyone. You do you on your own time. Plus, it’s way too fun to hit on all the hot groomsmen anyway. 😉

Until next time,

C. Brooks


Good morning, patriots!*

*said in my most peppy Elle Woods voice

This morning I woke up with newfound hope from two things:

1. I’ve realized I’ve lost eight, as in EIGHT, pounds in the past month and a half!

2. I beat all the men in my work’s golf league group last night.

Now the first, I just had to throw in there because I’m so freaking excited that I’m able to lose weight without running and I just had to tell someone. I’m beginning to come to terms with the fact that I may never be able to run any distance races again, but I’m going to keep trying!

The second thing I had to tell you because I’m just so proud I was able to show those men that 22 year old women are nothing to be trifled with.

The round yesterday started welcoming enough, after the three men I’d be golfing with realized they’d be playing with someone in a ponytail and a golf skirt. I had hit my drive off the first tee perfectly and it went straight down the fairway.

Disgruntled and discombobulated, two of the three men I was golfing with, didn’t do as well as me.

As one of the younger men, we’ll call him Tyler, made his second swing, he wiffed it and the ball went about five feet in front of him.

That’s when the oldest man, we’ll call him Old Man Bob, yelled over to Tyler saying, “You hit like a girl!”

Now, my first thought to hearing that was that I had heard better comebacks in the third grade, but then the second thing was, “Hey!! I hit like a girl too, but I am a girl!! Ass!!!!!”

Of course, I kept this thought to myself.

But for the next six holes, Old Man Bob kept making sexist comments about how the two other men were hitting like girls and that I didn’t have to worry about doing well because I’m a young girl who’s just joined the league.

That only fueled my fire to like a blow torch degree.


It was raining all throughout my round, but I still kicked butt!

How dare he think that because I’m a woman, I can’t hit a tiny white ball better than he can! Sexist prick.

On the seventh hole, he decides to approach me again. “Now, you probably won’t hit it all the way to the corner on this dogleg, but try to aim there anyway.”

Again, I think, “HOW DARE YOU!!!”

This corner of the dogleg that he’s talking about is probably only about 150 yards from my tee box, so I can reach that easily with my driver, but he has the audacity to talk down to me, when I’ve been playing better than him all round.

I stepped up to the tee, took a couple practice swings, took a deep breath and let it rip.

The golf gods must have been on my side because it went sailing right down the fairway, a little to the left and in perfect position –past the corner.

Old Man Bob looked a little shocked while walking away. Tyler came up to me and said it was a great drive and that Old Man Bob shouldn’t have underestimated me because I’d been hitting them down the fairways all day.

To which I answered with, “If I want to hit the corner, I’m going to damnwell hit that corner!”

After all the holes were finished for the round, I ended up ahead of all of the men in my group, including Old Man Bob and I hope I made him eat his sexist words.

I’m damn proud I hit like a girl! Maybe he should try it sometime.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

You Like Me, You Really Like Me

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!


That toddler is exhibiting all of my feels writing this post…or, ya know, when my song comes on when I’m out with friends.

But whatever.

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks over here in my neck of the woods, full of work things, friend things and family things.

So now, I’m taking some time for a me thing: blogging.

Imagine my surprise when I check my inbox after a long weekend and find that egghead over heels has nominated my blog for the Liebster Award! Now that was the best part of waking up. 😉


I’m so excited when I see people are enjoying what they read on Babbling C. Brooks; it seriously makes my day/week/year/life.

I would also like to nominate a few blogs I’ve recently stumbled upon and fallen in love with (and apparently all start with W’s –I promise that was not planned):

I also have to answer a couple of questions to answer:

Where is your favorite place in the world and why? I’m going to have to go with Maui. I’m in love with the sand and lush green environment, along with the island way of life. Us people on the mainland should take note.

What made you start your blog? Fresh out of college, I was so used to writing every day that I felt like I needed to keep on with it, but I wanted to write about something a little more enticing than rhetorical theories.

What is your dream job? If I could be Gal Meets Glam, that would make my life. Follow her Instagram at your own risk –serious jealousy may occur.

How did you come up with your blog name? Being ever so clever, I wanted to do a take on my name, while still providing some anonymity. My first name starts with C and my middle name is Brooks…and I also tend to talk a lot. But seriously. A lot. So, I figured Babbling C. Brooks was as good of name as any.

When you are having a bad day how do you cheer yourself up? I usually go home, put on pjs and watch Grey’s Anatomy–the ones when Derek was still alive. *sniffle*

What is your biggest fear? Getting cancer. I watched my dad go through it and eventually lose his fight to it 10 years ago. So now I’m almost anal about preventative care.

PS It’s sunscreen season, people!!!!!!

How would your friends describe you? Cunning. Witty. Intelligent. Beautiful. Full of shit.

What is your favorite book and why? I’m going to go with Pride & Prejudice, which is so cliche, I just rolled my own eyes, but it’s true! Darcy never goes out of style.

What is your obsession? I have a lot of them, but recently it’s been buying anything and everything at Sephora. CURSE YOU, MAKEUP GODS!!!

What is your favorite comfort food? Hands down, mac & cheese. I probably have a box of the Kraft Spongebob mac & cheese at least twice per week. I know it’s horrible for you and that I’ve made real mac & cheese that’s much cheesier, but I don’t care. Everyone has flaws.

Tell us 1 random fact about yourself. I always, always, always have to put on Aquaphor for my chapped lips. If I was stuck on a deserted island, it would be the one thing I’d have to have with me, otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d keel over right then and there. 

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Wise Words Wednesday – Never Too Young

It’s Wednesday and you know what that means; time for another set of Wise Words.

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These words go out to all of us twenty-somethings out there who are in their entry level jobs where no one really expects things from you.

Prove them wrong.

Make them have expectations, set high goals for yourself and be tenacious. Make them remember to never underestimate what you can do because even though you’re a baby shark, you’re still a fucking shark.

That’s the excuse I’m going to give y’all for the lack of posts lately: I’ve been busy being a baby shark.

In every situation at work, be a shark, go in and knock ’em dead.

Until next time baby sharks,

C. Brooks

Sorry, Not Sorry

Knowing when to say you’re sorry can be one of the hardest things to do. Not only could you be mad at the person you have to say it to, but you also have to be the one to swallow your pride and admit when you’re wrong.

But what happens when you say you’re sorry to someone and you shouldn’t have said it, but they should have?

Earlier in the week, a friend and I went to go see UW-Madison’s production of Legally Blonde: The Musical (which was really good btw because who doesn’t love a good bend ‘n snap?!)

Anyway, we were seated on the aisle and thought it was good because it had looked like all the middle of our row was already filled up, so I was feeling like we could probably just sit in peace until the show started.

I realized I spoke too soon because then three people from the very middle realized that they were in somebody else’s seats and, as it turns out, they just picked these random seats to sit in, hoping that no one would come to claim them.

1. That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I understand that this is college and you feel like since you paid your thousands in tuition, you feel like you’re entitled to just about anything on campus, but believe it or not, you are wrong. So wrong. Assigned seats, people! They didn’t put that seat number on your ticket for the good of their health!

2. Now that you’ve decided you really don’t get to sit anywhere you damn well please, you have to make the rest of us stand up, push ourselves back into our chairs as far as we can, only to step on our feet anyway.

And after you stepped on my foot, I was the one to go, “Oops!! Sorry!”

ME! I’m the one who said sorry for that person to step on my foot!

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Seriously, though. #sorrynotsorry

I told my friend this and we kinda laughed about it, because we both realized that we say ‘sorry’ for things that are totally not our faults. Now, that’s messed up.

So, I’m here today to tell you to stop saying sorry and save it for the times you actually need to be sorry. Like when you accidentally leave the door open talking to your friend and their cat runs out, never to be seen again, or when you forget to water their plants when they’re out of town, or when you may or may not have lost their favorite tube of lipstick. Those are perfect times to bring out the ol’ “I’m sorry!”

Times when you shouldn’t say sorry are when:

  • you get off the elevator and almost run into the person trying to get on, even though you know that they should’ve waited in the first place. Elevator etiquette, people!
  • two people are talking in the middle of the hallway, but refuse to move when you come walking by so you have to split in between them. Because saying, “excuse me” could come off bitchy, you feel like you have to throw a ‘sorry’ in there somewhere to save face.
  • you tell someone that you don’t want a boyfriend/husband/kids/pet/etc. and feel like you have to explain yourself. Just go on being your hot self and let them worry about their make-believe timelines; you’ll get to all of them when you’re ready.
  • you didn’t put on eye makeup this morning and everyone is walking around asking you if you’re sick. I HATE this. I have big eyes and puffy looking eyelids if I don’t put makeup on. My lack of eyeliner does not mean I have the plague!!
  • you’re reminding someone to do something that they should have done yesterday. You shouldn’t feel sorry for them not sticking to the deadline.
  • you’re asking for help. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “Sorry, but can you help me with this? I’m not getting it.” to my boss or coworker. But I now realize that it’s not my fault for not getting it all the time, because I’m sure they don’t either.
  • you want alone time. Everyone needs their space to just be them, so don’t apologize for not making plans every night because you deserve some alone time to make sure you’re taking care of you.

I feel like I’ve left so many other ‘sorry’ situations off the list, but feel free to let me know when you’ve said, “sorry” and then immediately regretted it.

Don’t feel like you have to constantly apologize for yourself because chances are, you shouldn’t be. Start apologizing for the bigger things and start learning when you should be saying, “sorry, not sorry.” 🙂

Until next time,

C. Brooks