So much to talk about… and at the same time nothing to talk about. At least nothing that has any kind of connecting thread running through it. During my college summers, I worked for a small town newspaper in South Dakota. A sweet, elderly woman had a regular column in which she would share recipes (for example, “mock” raspberry pie which consisted of canned stewed tomatoes and lime jello) and her general musings on pretty much anything. Her name was Ruthie. One of my responsibilities was to decipher Ruthie’s reflections on the world which arrived on my desk every week in a disheveled pile of post-its, free bank stationary and cocktail napkins. What I’m saying is, this post is a lot like that. 



First, we got a new [to us] car. Even more importantly, we are down to ONE SINGLE CAR. Something we’ve been talking about for quite a while. We bike pretty much everywhere and since the weather has been so nice, it hasn’t been much of an adjustment. Talk to me in January, but for now I’m the proud co-owner of this sexy station wagon.



Last week one of my closest friends travelled all the way from Colorado Springs to Lincoln to visit me… actually I think it was mostly because Alvin Ailey was at the Lied Center and I don’t blame her one bit. They were incredible. I didn’t breathe for two hours. It truly changed my life and if you ever get the opportunity to see them, DO IT.



Gunnar is still as photogenic as ever. Also, some big, HUGE news – we both got accepted into grad school. Wicked smaaht. I’m taking one class per semester. Class of 2034 baby! Kidding. Sort of. Gunnar was granted an assistantship (because he’s awesome) and will be going full-time, finishing in two years. 



A few months ago I wrote about my dilemma with declawing the kitty. Well, we didn’t go through with it and I took a friend’s recommendation and went with the claw caps. They took some getting used to and the application is absolutely a two man job (unless you don’t value your eyeballs or enjoy bleeding profusely). But seriously, how kewt are they!? Bibbs totally loves hates them. He hates them more than my mom’s dog and the vacuum cleaner.



We haven’t killed the garden… yet. In fact it’s sprouting like crazy. Except the carrots… and the onions. Okay, we managed to keep about half of the garden from keeling over.


I’m co-hosting a baby shower for the first time ever this weekend. I know literally nothing about babies but I do shower on a semi-regular basis… so I’m predicting a 36% success.

Carrie Christensen

Hi, I'm Carrie! I reside in the lovely Lincoln, Nebraska with my husband Gunnar, cat Mr. Bibbs, and dog Brodie. We are new to Nebraska, hailing from Colorado, originally from the Midwest, and happy as clams to be back in the land of four seasons. When I’m not blogging you can find me working at my dream job at the Lied Center for Performing Arts, cooking vegetarian food, traveling, bicycling and canoeing... at the same time! Glad you’re here!