I’m Christina. Most people call me Chris or Chrissy, depending on how well they know and love me.
I’m from North Carolina and like a typical southern woman, am proud, stubborn, and willful. I am also convinced I will never lose an inkling of my southern accent.
In January of 2003, my husband and I packed up everything we owned, put it into storage, boarded a plane with our dog and cat and moved to Alaska. Not just Alaska but to a remote corner of the behemoth state. The kind of place you have to either fly or boat to because it isn’t connected to the road. The term commonly known as the “bush” in other countries of the world applies here as well.
I began this blog in May of 2004, subsequently deleted it in September of 2004 by accident and after cussing, fuming, and maybe throwing some things, I started over the very same month. I’m still pissed about those lost archives.
It began as a chronicle of our Alaskan adventures and then turned into a personal chronicle as well. I talk about everything from our pipes freezing in the winter, to using a honeybucket for the first time, to my depression, to our moving 4 times in three years and to all the ups and downs in between. I made a promise when I started this that I would be honest and never censor myself. I think I’ve done a pretty good job.
I also never take myself too seriously. I mean, who am I kidding, right?
I love sarcasm and use it often.
I find humor in almost any situation, disturbing as that may sound.
I do not have children, would love to have them, but also know that it may never happen. (you’ll see me whine about that here too)
I am married to a wonderful man who has managed to put up with me for over 15 years. His name is Howard. He has a face full of dimples and is adorable. Of course, I’m a little biased.
I was raised by a loving albeit dysfunctional, right-wing, conservative, southern baptist family, who believed that alcoholic beverages and pre-marital sex were of the devil.
Which means that I disappointed them at an early age.
They are, however; my family. They have allowed me to be honest here. You may not and they may not necessarily agree with the things I write about but they have been supportive of my candor. My suggestion to you is: if you’re easily offended, please go somewhere else.
Oh yeah, and I’m not that great of a writer, so if things like bad grammer and bad punctuation annoy you, you’ll be greatly disappointed as well.
Otherwise, sit back, relax, and enjoy the insanity. (If you’re into that sort of thing)