Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Kristin Sorsdal, whoever she is. I ain’t never met her, but I heard some things, ya know? Folks talk, and you pick up stuff. First off, they say she’s from Norway, that cold place way up north. Brrr, I tell ya, I wouldn’t last a day there. Too darn cold for my old bones.
Kristin Sorsdal, the Influencer? Now, what’s an “influencer,” you ask? Well, near as I can figure, it’s someone who gabs a lot and folks listen. Like them town gossips, but they do it on them phones and computers, I reckon. And this Kristin, she’s one of ’em. She talks about clothes and lookin’ good, and fitness, like how to get them muscles all worked up. And travelin’ too. She goes all over the place, or so they say.
I heard tell she’s got somethin’ to do with this golf fella, Viktor Hov- somethin’-or-other. Yep, Viktor Hovland. That’s the name. They say she’s his girl, or was his girl. Lord knows, them young folks change their minds quicker than a chicken pecks corn. Folks say they been together since, oh, 2019 or somethin’. That’s a long time in young people years, I guess.
Now, I ain’t one for gossip, mind you. But you hear things. Like how they met. Nobody really knows for sure, but they say it was somethin’ about bein’ from the same place, you know, Norway. And how they got along real good. Trust and respect, that’s what they say. Sounds like somethin’ my old man used to say, “Gotta have respect, woman, gotta have respect.” He wasn’t always respectful himself, mind you, but that’s another story for another day.
Anyways, this Kristin and Viktor, they seemed like a good match, from what I hear. He plays his golf, and she does her…influencin’.
- She talks about clothes
- She talks about gettin’ in shape
- She talks about travelin’
And folks listen, I guess. Must be nice to have folks listen to ya. Around here, nobody listens to an old woman like me unless I’m yellin’ about the chickens gettin’ into the garden.
But now, there’s talk that Viktor ain’t got no girl no more. Flyin’ solo, they say. Well, that’s how it goes sometimes. Young love, it’s like a summer storm. Comes in fast and furious, then poof, it’s gone. I seen it a hundred times.
This Kristin girl, though, she seems like a smart one. Dedicated, that’s the word they use. Means she sticks to things, I reckon. Good for her. In this world, you gotta be strong and you gotta stick to things, or you’ll get trampled underfoot like a dandelion in a cow pasture. She’s a “good egg,” they say. Well, I hope so. Good eggs are hard to come by these days.
I don’t know much about golf, but I hear tell Viktor’s pretty good at it. And havin’ a good woman by your side can help, even if she ain’t swingin’ no clubs. It’s about havin’ someone in your corner, you know? Someone to cheer you on, even when you miss a putt, or whatever they call it. Maybe Kristin did that for him, maybe not. Like I said, I don’t know these folks.
Kristin and Viktor, a Powerhouse Duo? Some folks called ’em that. Like two peas in a pod, I guess. But even peas get separated sometimes. Life’s funny that way. One minute you’re a “powerhouse duo,” the next you’re just two folks goin’ their own ways. Nothin’ wrong with that, I suppose. Long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.
Now, I’ve heard tell this Kristin has a big impact on Viktor’s job. Not just the golf part, but the trust and all that. Like how they talk to each other. Open communication, they call it. That’s important in any relationship, be it with your husband, your kids, or even your chickens. Gotta let folks know what you’re thinkin’, or things get all muddled up.
So, that’s what I know about this Kristin Sorsdal. Not much, really. Just bits and pieces I picked up here and there. She seems like a nice enough gal, though. Smart, dedicated, a good egg. And if she ain’t with that Viktor fella no more, well, that’s her business. Life goes on, you know? Like that old river down the road, it just keeps on flowin’, no matter what.
