Confession:

Pink is my pop-up shoulder devil.

The singer. Not the color, come on nakies.

I'm not saying that when faced with a decision, Pink pops up and tells me to do bad, selfish stuff. She just pops up and says, "Hey Carly, listen to this awesome song I wrote. You'll feel better girl." [edited version. Pink uses harsher language with her peeps. which I am one of.]

And then I do it and get distracted by how awesome and punk-rocker I am. I even think I'm a funny punkster and not at all that bad.

But it's just the Pink in me. Or at least, on my shoulder.

All I'm saying is, Oprah is pretty cool, lots of ladies in this world feel a sisterly connection with her, they'd probably hug her if they had the chance, but Pink's my girl. I'd hug her. Or have her back in a dark alley against other punk-peeps. Whatever.


Rock out nakies. To whatever makes you happy.

*Mornings*

Every morning Mr. Wonderful has school.

And guess who doesn't? Ha ha!


Tommy wakes up and while he gets ready for the day, I SLEEP IN! Delicious.

Then I pop out of bed 5 minutes before he needs to go, throw on 5 more layers of clothes and drive him to school.

When I get back, the house is empty and warm and lit by twinkle lights. It's beautiful, but it's quiet and lonely without my man inside. So I have to entertain myself.

Especially when I'm in our bathroom. Our bathroom has one of those handy dandy light-switch fans that doesn't let you choose between lights or fan because BOOM it does both at once. It's kind of like being inside of a cyclone. (I'm imagining...).

So because I can't hear myself think, I feel like I can be louder with my voice when I'm in there. I like to bang around the doors of the cupboard as I get out my toothbrush and makeup and make loud impressions of loud people. Like Thor.

"HEIMDAALLL! OPEN THE BIFROST!!!"


Then, I check my "rage" face in the mirror to see if I'm good. I'm not quite there yet.



"HEIMDAALLLL!!!"



Last week, (thanks to Aubrey and Jon taking us to see the Muppets Movie), I had a life changing realization that I am the Swedish Chef whenever I brush my teeth!

I am rather notorious for trying to talk to people while I'm brushing my teeth because I think I can still make intelligible conversation. I think after living with me for a year or two, maybe I do become easier to understand...but! After Tommy said "WHAT?" for the third time from inside the shower, I started impersonating the Swedish chef by giving in to the natural mumble of my toothbrush and paste filled mouth and I'm him!

Minus the chickens.

Look How Fancy! ...It's Christmas!

We have been mischievous, little, gypsies.

Half short and half tall. And ALL the way fancy.




Since December 16th Tommy and I haven't lived in the same place for more than four days straight. We've been sneaking around, living everywhere!! Fancy gypsies.




We've stayed in the posh, luxury homes of so many friends and family, seeing so many loved ones, it has been amazing!

Thank you so much to Grandma and Grandpa White, Aubrey and Jon, David and Mindy, Merry and Ryan, Jameson and Becky, Mom and Dad Ranck, Jonesy and Tierra, Brenton, Jessica and Adam, Aunt Jen, Aunt LiAnn, Jordan and Shaun, Momma and Daddy and of course, all of the children and pets we've upset the natural life-rhythms of by being in their air space. We loved visiting with you all. How I wish I had stationary and addresses at a time like this! Imagine cute thank you cards!


We were so blessed and so pampered this Christmas. There is truly nothing like this wonderful season where Christ's spirit is felt and shared by so many people.

Babies have been born into the family: Congratulations Melanie and Aaron! And Rachel and Nate!
Wonderfully long and beautiful marriages have been celebrated: WOOHOOO Grandma and Grandpa!
And I am reminded of how beautiful life is right now, and how precious it was to have lived yesterday, and how fantastic it will be to wake up tomorrow morning and be able to live some more!

Everyone's lives are changing all the time, so it is truly a blessing when we get to be there for snippets in the lives of those we love so much. We've made a lot of memories in the past month : )

The Newlyweds

Oh The Newlyweds, how are The Newlyweds?

Those Steinkuhlers.


Well, Tommy is sitting on our new Xtra long couch, eating Honey Nut Cheerios straight from the bag while squinting at a miniature copy of Justice League Sinister Imitation like it's the most engrossing textbook on his college required list.

No, Jon and Jamo, it is sadly not on his required reading list.
I believe he got it for free from the darn box of cheerios.

He and I have eaten breakfast, lunch, supper, dessert AND I have promised him a night of our favorite t.v. shows if he gets his homework done but he is opting for choice number 2: cheerios and Justice League.


I am snuggled next to him wearing 3 layers of clothes, a blanket and a toasty laptop learning about Thai Peanut Sauce and How Best To Apply Red Lipstick and work it all-the-live-long-day because I, dear Nakies, have gone domestic.

DOMESTIC.

In that I have once again acquired a place of my own = I am the only woman in this whole house!

I have decided that one man and one woman can live in a shared space quite nicely and it can feel like theirs to both of them.

But toss another woman into the mix, and it's infringement. All of a sudden territories need to be marked. Give me the tape. And heavens, please! Sharpie my name on my milk!

Toss another man into the mix, and it's annoying.
Honey, I just got you accustomed to my weird ways [i.e. "Rules" and "Demands for Sanity"], now I have to do it again? He's just not getting it!


Now Tommy leaves me alone all day and my mind goes crazy with the possibilities.

What can I cook for dinner!
I could make anything!
I don't even have to wear pants!
I can watch a full movie in the middle of the day!
I can leave the milk out and put it back when I want to!
MARGGHHH Chocolate milk for breakfaaast!!!


Am I searching for jobs?
Yes.
Have I called a whole bunch of people and asked necessary and undesirable questions?
Yes!
Did I have a mini break down when I applied online to KFC and Pizza Hut?
YES! ...who wouldn't?


Have I gone business to business with my resume?
Not yet.
I may be able to smell the future cheese stuck in my shoe traction from working in Greasy Hut, but baby, it's cold outside. Domestic does not equal desperate.

I'm actually quite hopeful : )

I am momentarily unemployed, and I feel good about it. I'm making progress even though it's slow.
My baby is in college and he's taking it on like a wizard.

We've got great food to eat every day and a bed every night. We could even sleep on the couch! Options baby!


Kisses and hugs to everyone!