We were born and raised in the Midwest, where the closest ocean is at least two states away. And we aren’t talking Rhode Island sized states here people, we are talking monster states and hours of driving.Thankfully, we were blessed with amazing parents who had the travel bug through and through. They exposed us to the blessing we call the Sea, and you could say it was love at first sight.
I am Christina Renee, I fell in love with that hunk down below and it is my life ambition to make him my baby daddy. After I complete my “leap list” of course.
I am currently in the uber-exciting field of Accounting, but don’t make too much fun because get this…I actually like it. This blog gives me an opportunity to be creative, which after staring at black and white numeros all the live long day is an absolute necessity.
I have a lot of hobbies, of course blogging and salt water tanks…but also scrap-booking, Cardinals baseball, endless DIY projects, attempting to take amazing pictures, swooning my puppies, dance offs, sarcasm, and Mexican food…wait are those even hobbies?!?
In case you haven’t noticed, I have a “thing” for ellipses (those three little dots that I use in place of commas) and it tends to get on everyone’s nerves. I am really just being nice though, I want you to read it exactly how I am writing it in my head, like I am there….reading it to you….awkwardly. So sorry in advance grammar Nazi.
In short, I am your dork-next-door typical Midwestern gal. I live life on a whim and on a budget. I have a weakness for Timbo’s smile and puppy kisses…oh and Mexican food of course. So if you guessed that my idea of a perfect date is curling up in bed with my pups, boytoy, and a taquito…well you can bet your bloomers on that one. And now I have to hit the treadmill, awesome.
I am the guy that buys all of the tanks, and fish, and corals, and lights, and okay my wallet is now depressed. To fund this addiction I work in real estate, mostly in foreclosures. It is very difficult to be a part of taking peoples dreams away from them, but I have learned a lot about myself and society in general.
Speaking of learning a lot about myself, I will let you in on a secret. I struggle, daily, with an anxiety disorder. I think it is a very important piece of knowing me and I have dealt with it my whole life. It’s nothing more than a hyper active gag disorder, sounds exciting right, but it has taken a long time to overcome the anxiety that it produces. So if you see me out and about and I happen to be gagging, just pretend it was bad Chinese or something. We can laugh about it later.
A 12 year old pit bull who, if you can’t tell from the photo, is a big ball of sweet molasses fluff. We dream of letting him run, okay hobble, on a huge farm for the rest of his days.
Don’t let the picture of this smooshy faced lazy bones fool you, he’s as spry as a pup. Frolicking all the live long day.
The name is Taj, James Taj. Okay or it’s just Taj (like the Taj Mahal) or Tajjie if you love him.
It should be obvious that she is a blanket hog, but she also eats the crotch outta jeans, steals your pizza, thinks its gosh darn hilarious to trip you by running full speed under your feet, and squeaks (LOUDLY).
We never thought we’d be “small dog” people, let alone “fluffy ball of emotion” people, but somehow she wiggled her way into our hearts…and our wallets (those outfits get expensive).