Me in a Nutshell
I’m Cristina. I’ve been married to my husband, Bobby, for 13 years, and together we have made one beautiful chaotic circus. We have our daughter, Blake (a girl) 10, Dylan (also a girl) 9 and Tristan (a boy) 7. If you are wondering if he was named after Brad Pitt’s character in Legends of the Fall, the answer should be obvious. We also added our scruffy Portuguese Water Dog, Hannah Bannanah to the mix about a year and half ago.
I am part of a big amazing Cuban family. My dad is one of nine siblings, and my maternal grandfather was one of 10. We were a big family and we did a lot together. Some of my favorite memories are playing with my cousins at our Yaya’s house, or our big Noche Buena (Christmas Eve) parties. I love being part of a big family. I think it’s played a huge role in shaping who I am today.
I always wanted to be a writer, but it just always felt more like a dream. Like a good first generation immigrant, I went to law school as this seemed logical, mature, responsible (at the time). Fast forward through the some pretty brutal and boring years of my life, and I survived the bar and began practicing.
I really wasn’t happy, and we were fortunate enough that I was able to take some time off and stay home with our kids. After Tristan was born, I started an online store as a way to justify my extreme love of children’s clothing. But it only brought me back to writing. I have way too many opinions in my head for them to just stay contained, and poor Bobby can only take so much of my analysis of whether the Game of Thrones finale actually did make sense. So it led me here.
Surviving Cristina. On some days a guide for to survive life with a circus of monkeys that make demands and basically run your life. On some days it’s daily observations and things I’ve learned along the way. Most times it is a place for me to go and unleash all my thoughts so that my husband doesn’t have to pretend he is listening to my rants at night.
I’m a, wife to one, mother to three, self-diagnosed TV addict, a hater of fitness but a prisoner to it’s benefits, home cook, with a nonexistent organizational habit and just trying to survive this life.
Welcome to the madness.
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