First blog...here it goes!

Hello blogger world.  I've contemplated doing this for months and finally broke down.  It seemed like a commitment and I don't do well with those very long before becoming increasingly bored.  On the upside, I'm looking forward to being able to document our lives and I enjoy writing.  I know that this time we have together right now will be something we'll enjoy looking back on and laughing about later. 
Most of you reading this will probably be friends and family.  Hello Mississippians!  I highly doubt my life will become interesting enough for strangers to want to read - unless of course I become famous.  Right now the only thing I'm known for is keeping a clean house. 
The title of this blog is 'Margaritaville' because CJ and I have gone to the same Mexican restaurant for over two years every Friday night at 8pm unless we've been sick, on vacation, or had a prior commitment - which we probably complained about because we would miss our salsa and margaritas.  We are creatures of habit.  We also enjoy sushi every Sunday night - the same rolls of course.  On Thursday nights I make homemade pizzas.  I think that's enough repetitive behavior for me to list before you think we're a little off of our rockers.  That's also enough talking about food for now.
A bit of a background on my three boys...CJ and I began dating almost three years ago and moved in together almost two years ago.  When I moved in with him we lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment.  We moved about a year ago to a town home up the road with much more space.  Funny how we've already outgrown that "much more space" part.  We hope to buy a house next year about this time and have fun things like counter space, grass and a garage.  Dale is my overweight dog mixed with several varieties of only the best breeds.  He is eight this month and came along with me when I moved in with CJ.  Sometimes I think he likes CJ more than me, which is probably why I sneak him treats.  I know the way to his heart is through his stomach.  He is the funniest, best dog in the world.  He does no tricks and I'm almost positive it's because he thinks tricks are beneath him.  Or maybe he's lazy.  I like the first one.  We got our cat, Bill (or William) almost two years ago when he was five weeks old.  He's never been around any animal other than Dale, so he has adopted his habits and we believe that he thinks he's a dog with an outstanding ability to jump.  Bill is bossy, sweet, confused, scared, and might have a few screws loose upstairs. 
I never believed in true love or soul mates until CJ.  He is the most amazing, considerate, giving, funny, loving, understanding individual I've ever known.  He inspires me and loves me.  Loving him has been the most rewarding thing I've ever done for myself.  I look at him and know that I am blessed and I will forever be grateful.
Ta-Ta for now!