525,600 Minutes. It’s my Bloggiversary Golden Birthday! (And a Giveaway!)

I woke up at 5:30 this morning. On 5/30. My 30th birthday. My golden birthday. And my bloggiversary. Almost 530,000 minutes of my life have happened in the lifetime of this blog. And that’s pretty darn awesome.

birthday dessert

Yes, Blog Friends, That is CHEESE in my dessert. Spring Fed Goat Cheese with Angel Food Cake and Pistachio Ice Cream. Holy Happiness Batman.

So, How Do You Measure a Year?

  • 266 published posts?
  • Stats in general?
  • Love?
  • Cups of coffee?
  • Days employed?
  • Friendships?
  • Laughs?
  • Nerd moments?
Doctor Who Sonic Screwdriver

The sonic screwdriver I received as an early birthday present from Brian

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I could list the amazing things and people that have been a part of my life over the course of the last year since my first official blog post. To call it a journey seems silly, but that is exactly what I’ve had. A journey. Personally. Professionally. Emotionally. Physically. I have walked a thousand miles in my own shoes, and I have a year of blogging/reflecting to prove it. And I’m not done yet.

Because of YOU though, it’s been a very unique journey. One that only a blogger would understand. I’ve made friends around the world. I’ve shared personal stories. I’ve become a better writer because I read your writing. And you inspire me.

So today, I’m asking that when you comment on the blog, you share your own work. If you’re not a blogger or an artist, tell me something about yourself. And in return, as a glorious reward, we’ll have not one, but TWO giveaways. (And the Amazon Surprise Giveaway & Zazzle Giveaway are still open for your commenting–All of this week’s giveaways will run until Monday, June 3).

Mark Poulin Sloth necklace

A SLOTH necklace I received for my birthday! Our lovely friend Ava found this little guy on the interwebs from Mark Poulin, so I had to share his site with you.

Mark Poulin Sloth necklace

A Very Merry UnBirthday to YOU!

So it’s my birthday, but you’re going to get some UNbirthday presents!

Giveaway #3

The winner of giveaway #3 will win a $25 ThinkGeek gift card because nerdy things abound here at Quirky Chrissy. Just comment below to receive an entry.

Giveaway #4

Sharing is caring. For social shares (Twitter, Facebook, Etc), you can win this prize (but you have to tag Quirky Chrissy on Facebook or @Chrissawoj on Twitter. Because I need to see the post, kids). Top secret amazing prize here.

Blog Friends, how do YOU measure a year?

 

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My Boyfriend…the Artist

You guys.

I’m starting a Zazzle store. This has been in the works for a while now…but Brian has finally agreed to share something with you. His art.

Yep. His. Art. He has art.

Without further ado, or a whole lot of rambling…I give you a whole lot of awesome.

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Birthday Giveaway #2

If you didn’t catch yesterday’s surprise giveaway (which will run until tomorrow morning), you should go check it out. Plus you get the story of my birth, from, you know…my mom. Today, a random commenter will receive the very first Brian Moran original art coffee mug. Choose the piece that you like best from the pieces above (oh and tell me what you like about it!), and the coffee mug could be yours. As always, sharing is caring…and people who share get bonus entries.

Hey! Did you know you can buy my book on Amazon? 37 women wrote about the struggle for perfection, and I'm one of 'em. Go check it out!

I Was Born on Memorial Day

I wanted to tell you the story of my birth, but even my near idydic memory isn’t that good. So I enlisted the help of someone who would know better than anyone else.

Blog Friends, meet Mom. Mom, meet the Blogosphere. (I’ve taken the liberty of adding my own two cents in pink).

Chrissy and Mom

This is my mom and I at the White Sox game a few weeks ago.

Well, I was awakened by my daughter this morning at 9:11am to write a blog post…which she’s wanted to do for a while. Oh, if only 30 years ago today it had been so easy. You see, she was born on Memorial Day. Although, it was actually May 30th, it was Monday, Memorial Day, 1983.

None of our friends had children. For the past 5 months or so, I had been their slave. I was the designated driver everywhere (hmm that still has not changed). I was very sick of the drunk people, especially my sister and my husband! So the Sunday night before Memorial Day was party time. At our apartment. Larry (Chrissy’s dad), Susan (my sister) and her then-husband, Jay, had me making drinks all night…until 1 AM! I kept complaining my back hurt and they called me a baby.

After falling asleep for a couple of hours, I awoke to a leaking water (and some other stuff that Chrissy edited out). I was thrilled!!! She’s coming! Christine Regina! The enjoyment of waking up my husband was twofold. Number one I wanted to get to the hospital and see her as quickly as possible. Number two, I knew he was still drunk! Hello payback!

I was calm and collected for the next few hours. My father-in-law arrived to witness, or at least be there for her joyous moment into this world. Yeah, well…that didn’t happen.

Hours went by, and still, no Chrissy. After 8hrs I was still only dilated to 1. At 12 PM, they decided it was time for Pitocin to move the LABOR along. After several hours of this nonsense, and much screaming involved, a nice shot of Demerol may help. GO FOR IT!! A few hours later, still no success and no doctor. You see he had a feeling I was going to need a C-Section, and went home to sleep for a few hours. I was positive that I was dying. My father-in-law went home. My parents and family were told we would call them.

The doctor came back and ordered an X-ray of my pelvis. NOW??? It was 10pm!! And I had been on Pitocin for 10 hours!!! Now an X-ray?

Showing that it would be very doubtful Chrissy would be able to come through my tiny body. (I would kill to be as TINY now, 9 mos and 3 days pregnant I was still 60lbs less than today). At this point, I had been screaming for hours. Loud, piercing screams. NO offense to Chrissy, but I was yelling things like…”Get this fucking thing out of me!!!” That’s not very nice, Mom. The doctor was furious with me. I was scaring all of the other mothers..the ones who had not been in labor for 20 and 1/2 hours and on Pitocin for nearly 12 hours.

Ay 11pm I was prepped for the c-section and as soon as that needle went into my spine, I was like “THANK YOU!” Numbness was good…no pain. Ahhh…where’s my baby!!! I was awake for her birth, but could not see. Larry could not watch it. he had been drunk and happy when it all began. He was now tired beyond measure (poor baby), hungover, and had stood by my side for nearly the entire 20 1/2 hours of labor. Good things take time. He had to wait to see her. She was perfect! Of course, I was.

Aside from the very pointed head, Hey! Who you calling pointy? because she had tried nonstop to come out, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Happy almost birthday, darling…I love you.

P.S. 10 months and 2 days later, her brother Brian was born. The doctor looked at me after his birth and said…Are you going to listen to me now? I did. Ew.

You guys, I love this story, because my dad was all hammered and had to suck it up and deal with it. And then I took my sweet, sweet time. So I knew I had to share it with you.

Blog Friends, I know a lot of you are moms. Were your kids as much of a pain in the ass as me?

Hey! Did you know you can buy my book on Amazon? 37 women wrote about the struggle for perfection, and I'm one of 'em. Go check it out!