Wednesday, May 10, 2017

"Life is Good."-- GBH

Hi, Hi, Hi.

So, here's a longer-while-still-condensed update on my life since I last blogged 6 years ago. In my last post, I mentioned that I am married and that I have an iguana! Those are the two biggest ways my life has changed since the mission. (If you want to see my mission blog, it's long (think 18 months), but it's also awesome and can be accessed here.)

Here's my husband, Joseph/Joe (don't call him Joey, it doesn't fit). Isn't he so dreamy?

He's just like his last name, which is now my last name: Fabbi. (It's not FAWbee like Fabio,

but FABbee: rhymes with Grabby, Crabby, Flabby or everyone's favorite FABULOUS. Which, doesn't really rhyme, but-- it's Fab!)

He and I have been married for two years now. We've lived in three different places in Vegas and spent about 8 months in the wonderful city of Orlando, Florida. We hope to make it back there in the future because it was such a great place to live (humid air for my lungs, sunshine for my blues, the beach for my soul and Disney for my heart). But, for now, we're back in Vegas because Joe is in Law School at UNLV.

He just finished his first year and is starting his summer internship in the next couple weeks.

We have lots of fun together and one of these days, but not today, I'll share our love story and how we went from Brooke and Joseph to #Broseph. (Teaser: failed blind/triple date involving our parents!)

And then there's Marvin. Marv. Marvy-Poo. His full name is Marvin Triton Fabbi and he's just the most beautiful Blue Iguana the world has ever seen. Isn't he?

I know. I agree.

Some backstory: When I started middle school, I went to a private school. And because it was a private school, teachers could do things that they can't do in public schools. For instance, an English teacher could bring her enormous pet iguana (Shakespeare) and he would follow her around the halls like a prehistoric shadow or bask under his heat lamp in her classroom's reading nook. I fell in love. I was twelve and I was obsessed. After a couple years of swooning over/coveting Shakespeare, I begged my mom and dad to let me get my own iguana. My mom was resistant. (She's not a creature sort of person). She finally consented and said that if I could save up enough money to buy the tank, heating lamp, food, the lizard, etc, that I could get my iguana.

I was thrilled! The first thing I bought was a book all about how to keep an iguana as a pet. On the weekends, I would ask my dad to drive me to pet stores so I could just look at iguanas. I saved and saved and my money started adding up and... when my mom realized I was serious about getting this lizard, she came to me and said, "Brooke, I know I told you that if you saved up the money, you could have an iguana, but I thought you would give up and wouldn't follow through....... Even if you save up enough money, you can't get one. I just can't have one of those living in my house."

Oh, man. Me=balloon, Mom=pin, No Iguana=Shriveled Balloon. I was pretty sad.

Also, look that this awful haircut I had to endure during this whole let down ordeal! #trianglehair

Now that I have all of your sympathy, fast-forward 18 years and in comes my knight in shining armor!

Joe told me on our first date that he had worked at a reptile rescue/museum. He has freaking scars on his body from all sorts of reptiles, including iguanas, and he loves them! (Cue triumphant trumpet! Do--doo-do-doo!) Hurray!

So, for my 30th birthday six months ago, Joe made my childhood/lifelong dream come true (not the first time he's done that, see Skydiving in a future post) and he got me an iguana!!!!

And not just an iguana, but a gorgeous Blue Iguana (there are Green Iguanas, Red Iguanas, Albino Iguanas, Etc.)

And we love him so, so much. Even as much as I love Baja Blast Freezes which is A LOT. We start each morning by turning on his heat lamp and saying, "Good morning, Marvin, we love you!" And we end the day in the same way. We turn off his lamp and say, "Goodnight, Marvin, we love you!"
Everything in between is a genuine herpetologist dream.

He is a natural swimmer,

he's a phenomenal climber, 

he loves carrots and green peppers,

he hates his leash, but loves being outside, when he's inside he finds anything green and runs to it (even if it's a tiny succulent!),

he's a perfect gentleman around children and strangers who want to hold him, he's naughty and eats my hair (even when I explicitly tell him not to),

 and sometimes he even smiles.

I have yet to get him to cuddle with me, but we're working on it. I sneak kisses in here and there so we're making progress. It's easy to say that 12-year-old Brooke and 30-year-old Brooke are both equally obsessed.

What else, what else? I'm currently a substitute teacher, an online BYU student trying to finish my last couple classes to get my undergrad, I sometimes act, sometimes do art projects, sometimes sing, I work with the 14-15 year-old girls in my ward at church and I frequent doctors' offices baffling one after the other with my body's ability to refuse to get better (more on that later, too.)

My life is good. Even on the days when things don't go the way I want them to, it's still really good. In church this year, the adults are studying the teachings and life of my favorite prophet: Gordon B. Hinckley. One of my favorite things about him was his indomitable optimism and zest for life. He and his wife, Marjorie Pay, were just rays of sunshine personified.

In this one lesson in particular (here's a link to it) he says that when he was on his mission, he and his companion would start every morning by shaking hands and saying, "Life is good." And then going out and making that day a good one. I love that. Joe and I have sort of adopted that phrase this year as we tackle his first year of law school and some of my medical drama. When one of us seems to be starting off the day on the wrong foot, we turn to that person and say, "Life is good." And the almost-sad-but-now-happier spouse replies with an affirmative, "Yes. Life is good." And it is, my friends. It really is.

See you soon with more on me and my life (blogs really are so vain, aren't they?)!

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Brooke Fabbi in Poem Form

Hi Guys! It's been about six years since I've been on here! I went on a mission, got married, adopted an iguana and a lot of other stuff. My life is good. My life is full. But lately, I've been missing the creative, cathartic, enjoyable influence blogging had on my life way back when. So, here I am, back for more!

To start things off, I figured I'd share a little poem I wrote while substituting for my mother-in-law's high school English class. They had to write poems in a certain format and I couldn't resist trying it for myself. (If any of you want to try writing your own auto-biographical poem, I'll post the format in the comments below. I added a few lines to mine that weren't in the format, but that's ok: Poetry is for non-conformists!) Feel free to share your poems in the comments as well. I think these things are fun to read and fun get-to-know-you exercises. And, without further ado:

Prone to be called giggly, passionate, loyal, and “deliciously weird”,
Sister of Joel, Derek, Paige, Hayley, Rex, and Nina
Daughter of Erven and Lisa,
Lover of mermaids, Harry Potter, fire, bright colors, Elvis, ocean waves, and Disney,
Who feels hopeful about the future, overwhelmed by her inadequacies, and happiest surrounded by loved ones,
Who needs sunshine, laughter, frequent sing-alongs, and her inhaler,
Who gives encouragement when you’re down, advice when you’re confused, and will drop everything for a friend in need,
Who fears failure and fighting and blue whales and outer space and spiders,
Who wishes quality time didn’t pass so quickly, that she could fly fast and free like a falcon, and that Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs were an essential food group,
Who would like to see the Northern Lights, all of Europe, and what her future children will look like,
Who lives in a one-bedroom apartment near the airport, by the train tracks, with her handsome iguana and her even handsomer husband, where they will study Chinese together once she finally gets her degree,

Monday, March 21, 2011


For those of you who haven't heard, I've been called on a mission! I'm leaving in two days for the Great Kentucky Louisville Mission!  To follow my blog about my mission adventures go here:

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See you in 18 months!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Twelfth Day of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas I'm truly grateful for:

Twelve "Pad" friends.

When you live away from home, your friends become your family. Since I've been up at BYU I've had many friends that have shaped me and supported me.  This past year in particular, I've had twelve friends who have been my best friends. I honestly think of these people as my sisters-and-brothers-from-other-mothers. They've been there for me to pull me out of bed feed me when I've been sick.  They've been there to cry with me when I've needed to cry.  They've been there to pull all-nighters in goofy costumes because of a midnight movie premier.  They've thrown Halloween parties with me. They've gone on road trips with me. They've started a book club with me whether or not they like reading. They've laughed with me. They've forgiven my many weaknesses.  They've come out to my amateur theatre productions.They've endured my poking and prodding sense of humor. They've encouraged me to be a good person. 

I miss them when I'm away from them. 

Boise Boys


Cinco de Mayo

Demolition Derby

"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" (I'm the hippo)

LOST Finale



Dropping Whitney off at the MTC

I love them.

Here they are in no particular order:

Cami Butler

Carly Whetten (middle)

Christian Pieper

Emily Lloyd

Lauren Pieper

Kiera George

Kubo Kuboshige

Sarah Holt (pink shirt)

Shelene Webb (far left)

Whitney Morris (far left)

Shannon Merrell (red)

Michael Brandley

SO, on this Twelfth day of Christmas, I'm truly grateful for:

Twelve "Pad" Friends,

Eleven People Who've Inspired Me to Write,

Ten Sister Missionary Examples,

Nine Months in China and Nine Chinese Friends,

Eight Aunts, Eight Uncles, their Kids and  their Kids' Kids,

Seven Pets, Past and Present,

Six Grandparents,

Five Nieces and Nephews,

Four Middle School Friends, Four High School Friends and Four China Friends,

Three Brothers, Three Sisters and Three Siblings-in-Law,

Two Loving Parents


One Promised King. Savior of the World.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.