Archives for November 2012

Sunday Morning News: 24/7 Cupcake ATM, Naked Yoga, Skydiving Cats, & Twinkies

 Cupcake Machine

When I found this first news video, I wished I lived in Beverly Hills (Ohh! Is Luke Perry there? Is it 1995 again?) so that I could get a cupcake from an all night machine. The cupcake ATM is a novelty…Like when we were in London and came across a liquor vending machine. It’s like requisite take-photos-in-front-of-this-thing thing.

alcohol vending machine

Seriously. How cool is that?

Naked Yoga

In a follow up news video to last week’s Ban on Public Nudity, I found this gem, a naked yoga class open to both men and women. Not to be all obnoxious and embarrassing, but sign me up. The yogi said it perfectly when he told the camera, “If you’ve ever been skinny dipping, you’ll never want to wear a bathing suit again. It feels so comfortable; so natural.” I have to agree. It’s not about showing off or looking at naked-ness…it’s just about being comfortable. So I think I’d dig naked yoga. Once I lose about 50 pounds.

 Skydiving Cats…Or Not?

In Sweden, an insurance company has created a commercial with skydiving cats who, gasp are high-fiving mid-air! Check this out.

OK, maybe it’s movie magic…but still high-fiving skydiving cats?! It’s a no-brainer.

Twinkies in the News

As many of you may know, Twinkies, and the other treats created by Hostess Bakery, may be on their way out the door. With Hostess claiming bankruptcy for the 2nd time in less than a decade…things aren’t looking too good for the spongy cakes.

I have a strong connection to Twinkies, as my buddy Cletus and I were often voted as “Twinkies” in our fraternity, considering we were always together-two in a pack. So it was no surprise that on graduation day, Cletus walked up to me with a pack of Twinkies. These were individually packaged, which was good, because the only place I had to put it was in my bra. We sat next to each other, cracking jokes and eating Twinkies as some random speaker asked us to donate money to Bradley. Cletus and I wrote a post-dated check for $1.00 signed from the both of us. Bradley cashed the check.

Back to Twinkies: These are not your typical videos. These are not boring old news. Watch them. Watch them and laugh. Twinkie hot dogs with cheese whiz? A delicious log of joy? Cockroaches and Twinkies? Yes. Yes. and Yes.

That’s the news for this week. Did you see something funny in the news? I’d love to include it in a future Sunday Morning News post. Send the link to QuirkyChrissy@gmail.com.

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Brian Shares Saturday: Our future pet sloth, firetrucks, turducken on crack, and donkey cheese

If you remember from a few weeks ago, Brian has a strange obsession with getting a weird pet.

So Brian sent me the same picture 3 times. First he sent it to me a week ago with a, “photo for blog” message. Then, he sent it to me again a few days later, and asked, “Did I show this to you?”

He had, but I had been completely oblivious and forgot it even existed when I posted last Saturday’s blog post. I honestly didn’t even remember that he had sent it to me the first time, until I searched my gmail history. OK, to be perfectly honest, I probably hadn’t even clicked the link the first time he sent it.

(It was the cutest photo of a sloth sitting at a desk, which I’ve removed from this post because the internet is a scary place and you never know who is going to get made that you used a photo from IMGUR or Reddit…)

To which I immediately responded, “OMG Can we get a sloth!?!”

Then Brian told me, “It seems so happy!” and I was so excited I thought I might pee, I could only say, “I know!” So Brian sent me these videos, which I can share because they’re from YouTube.:

Then he told me, “If you see one of these around today, go ahead and grab it!”

So I immediately went hunting for a sloth. I searched outside of our apartment. I searched near the mall. I searched at the furniture store. I searched at my favorite sushi restaurant, and my future little guy (I’m debating whether to call him, Pip, Sherlock, or Ebenezer. What do you think?) was nowhere to be found. I was pretty sad.

A few days later, just when I had forgotten all about Sherlock Pip Ebenezer, Brian sent me the picture again! And I had been having a bad day, and all was better again…because I remembered my future pet sloth.

Then Brian sent this out in a mass e-mail to his firefighting friend. There are no words.

“Can your firetruck do that?” he asked… He never did get a response.

Brian and I have been talking about trying a turducken. After I looked up how long it takes to make a turducken…I figured, maybe next year.

Then Brian decided that he had a better idea, and sent me a link to this article about a turducken ridiculous. He asked, “Can we?” I thought to myself, Well, when by we, you meant me…and only me…except for the eating part, because you’re very good at the eating part. And sometimes the cleaning part…and with a monstrosity like that…I definitely going to need help with the cleaning part… My response? “no.” He said to me, “I’ll take that as a maybe.” I ignored him and went on with my day.

Lastly, Brian sent me a really poorly written article about cheese…to which he said, Clearly meant for you. I didn’t even read it; just the headline, “World’s Most Expensive Cheese.” It’s a good thing he backed his story by saying that before I read the article…

So I did go ahead and do a little work in finding a video about it for you. Donkey Cheese: $576/lb.

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Confession Friday: I’m a Sucker for Midnight

Confession Friday: I went and saw Twilight last night. Yes. I’ve seen all but the first one at midnight. And all but the first two Harry Potters. (And the last 3 Harry Potter books at midnight.) And the Hunger Games movie. I’m  a sucker for things that teeny boppers dig. Sometimes I think that I’m a 12 year girl stuck in a grown up body. Except that I mostly dislike 12 year old girls. And I don’t want to be around them while I’m enjoying my kiddie movie. At midnight.

Twilight meme

So the last few years, I’ve spent an extra couple of bucks for all you can eat popcorn in a swag leather seat with free refills on my coffee and bar to seat service of booze, snacks, and desserts. Definitely worth the price in order to avoid the annoying…the lines, the wait, the screaming teenagers, the giggling teenagers, the unaccompanied teeny boppers, the text messaging, the talking, the swooning, and the biggest movie pet peeve of all–the clapping at the end. Movies are where a lot of my pet peeves happen…

But this time around, my fancy-pants movie theater decided to charge $35 for an all-day affair. Fuck. That. I’m too old to sit in a theater all day to watch a Twilight marathon. And I’m a Polak, unwilling to spend $35 on anything.

And for some strange reason, the movie was shown at 10, 10:15, 10:30, 10:45, 11, and so on until 1 o’clock in the morning. This made it less magical, but it also made it easy to choose which show to go to. The big “open” was at 10 PM…and there was only one 10:30 show… no lines? no crowds? Not even a full theater? I’m OK with this. What baffled me, though, was the line of camped out midnight die-hards. Dude. Go see the movie. Don’t sit there waiting while the rest of us are already on our way into the theater. Seriously.

As I was driving home shortly before 1 AM, I realized last night, that I may be too old for Twilight. I spent more time making fun of the ridiculous in the movie than scoffing at how it didn’t measure up to the book. I think that says it all. Harry Potter is done. Twilight is done. I think that when the next Hunger Games comes out, I’ll see it at a respectable time on opening night. In my fancy-pants-no-kids-under-21-allowed-theater.

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PlayChic: Where Chrissy Becomes a Nerd Fashionista (and Gets Cool Stuff)

So last night was a big night for me. My first big event as a blogger. I was invited to the Chicago Toy & Game Fair Inaugural Fashion Show: PlayChic, as part of the media/blogging world (so yes, I did attend this event at no cost to me). What a spectacular affair.

Gamer's Paradise

Happiness is…toys and games!

More Toys and Games

More Happiness

Glasses of red and white wine were waiting as guests arrived in the private room at City Winery in Chicago. Passed hors d’ oeuvres were available (and let me tell you, I’ve never had a better polenta cake in my entire life….oh. mah. God.)

Chicago Toy & Game Fair PlayChic

I met some really neat people, including the captain and commander of The Urbaness (check this shit out–it’s a new neat Chicago Guide Site), the hubs of fashion designer Elda de la Rosa (who designed the Annie gown and the Brenda Starr gown), Elliot from The Gaming Gang (a sweet review site with some majorly detailed game reviews. Seriously, I could sit on there all day…), Nancy from The Radio Review, and game inventor, Graeme Thomson of HL Games (who took a picture of me with the Word Winder tie model and made absolute sure that I didn’t leave the event without a Word Winder game!)

The concept behind the Inaugural PlayChic is pairing fashion designers with toy and game inventors to create toy and game-inspired fashion. I had to fight pretty hard to get a decent photo spot, and in the end wound up under some super tall guy’s armpit, snapping shots. It’s an armpit eat dog world out there, kids. Of course, it was worth it… and I’m bringing you a real photo shoot, to boot!

Moshi Monsters

Moshi Monsters and Be Fore team up to create this fantastic monster dress and adorbs kids clothes. (You’ll note the blue light in the corner—that’s armpit guy’s arm in my way.)

Word Winder

Word Winder inspired designer Gibeon Tolbert to create this stunning dress and tie combo. “Love. Heart. Love,” says the Word Ninja.

Settlers of Catan

Settlers of Catan and Miriam Cecilia bring you this gorgeous and shimmering dress.

Settlers of Catan

The Settlers of Catan Man, also designed by Miriam Cecilia

Brenda Starr

The famous comic reporter, Brenda Starr brought out the inspiration for this Elda de la Rosa gown. This may be my second favorite.

Pony Royale Dress

One of Chicago’s newest fashion designers, Nade Baer designed this Pony Royale inspired dress. This model was the smiliest of the bunch, therefore I liked her best. And she was princessy with sparkles.

Annie the Musical

Annie the Musical was the inspiration behind this Elda de la Rosa design.

So the gamer in me had a great time. The foodie in me had a great time. The wish-I-was-a-fashionista in me had a great time. It was the coolest thing I’ve done this year… (OK, maybe not as cool as Disney World…but come on…Disney Magic? How do you trump that?)

By the way: I think that Brian NEEDS this tie. Don’t you?

Word Winder Tie

Word Winder Tie. Yes. Please.

Look, Ma! I’m famous!

Chrissy at the Fashion Show

Note: I was not paid to say nice things about PlayChic. I was offered an invitation to join in the festivities at no cost, and really really really enjoyed myself. These opinions and thoughts are my own and should not reflect upon the companies and entities mentioned in this post. I also received a goodie bag with some freebies.

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How I Tricked Brian Into Christmas Music

Dear Katie,
Don’t hate me. 🙂
 
Also, side note: Just because I won’t start decorating, doesn’t mean I can’t get a little into the holiday spirit…
 

So last night, I was cooking dinner and Brian was putting our new table together (not IKEA to inquiring minds). He had turned on Pandora, and we were jammin’ out. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move towards the laptop to change the station…I was immediately drawn to the table, where I sneakily stood behind him (and he didn’t notice)…

I watched as he searched Pandora for Christmas music. He hovered over the “stations.” He debated internally like I have never seen before. And then…it was gone. He closed out and started to get up.

“No! You should do it!” I cried.

“What the?!” Apparently he really hadn’t noticed that I was standing. right. behind. him. the. whole. time. “No, I just can’t. It’s too soon.”

I looked at him, disheartened, and asked, “Do you know how much more I would have loved you if you had done it?”

“I would have lost a little bit of respect for myself.”

“No…Christmas music is good. It’s good.”

“Nope. Not yet. Thanksgiving is as early as it should be, and even that is pushing it.”

“But it’s only a week away!”

“And a week, you must wait.”

So I sat down at the computer and put on Pandora Christmas. The first song that came on was Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Brian’s response was that this was an acceptable song, because it didn’t discuss Christmas at all. Then White Christmas came on and I was ballerina-ing around our super tiny kitchen. Much like when Katie and I pretend we are Romy and Michelle dancing at the prom.

No joke, we do this at every wedding we go to together.

Brian and I hadn’t even been dating a year when this happened. And instead of judging us…he got it on video.

Anyways…back to Christmas music. So after White Christmas came Faith Hill…and Brian couldn’t take any more. So I stopped dancing and made my way over to the computer, where I changed the station to Winter Solstice. He said that that was alright. The sound of instrumental music filled the apartment. Not one Christmas-y word was heard…though there were most definitely a lot of Christmas-y tunes.

Brian said to me, “Why is the solstice music talking about Jesus?”

“I didn’t hear the word, Jesus…”

“I most definitely heard Jesus in my head.”

“But no one said ‘Jesus.'”

“I see what you’re doing… this is trickery it is.”

Ah yes. Trickery indeed. Christmas Music is Coming…

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Strange Thoughts I Think Regularly

I think all the time. In fact, I think a lot of stupid shit, pretty regularly. Whether I’m thinking weird stuff in yoga class, considering lighting my hair on fire, or thinking about how I would fare in the pending apocalypse, I’ve got a lot on my mind pretty much all the time.

Random Thought Process

When I say something completely random, Brian often asks me where the hell it came from. So I repeat the entire thought process back to him and he’s all like, “Oh. That makes perfect sense…now.” Because it didn’t until I explained what I was thinking. The same thing goes for when I’m Googling random shit on the internet of my fancy phone. This explains why I Google things like: skunk predators, rhythm method, and salmon burgers. (All this week).

But I also have recurring thoughts

We all know I’ve got a little hypochondriac in me. I’ve often thought and probably said a time or two…If I think that I’m a hypochondriac, does that mean that I am?

Along the same lines, I start to wonder about x,y, or z on my body, and think, what if it’s cancer? What if I have MS? What if I have that shaking disease that Michael J Fox has (At this point, I would Google “Michael J Fox disease” and come up with Parkinson’s)? I go through lists of symptoms in my head and Google the results…According to Google, I am almost always on death’s door. But as Katie mentioned, I would kick Death’s ass in a Scrabble match…so maybe I’d be okay.

I used to have a lot of problems with driving. I was a bad driver. Now, I’m a much better driver. When I say that I’m a shitty driver, Brian says, “No, you’re not. You’re a really good, cautious driver. You may have been a bad driver in the past, but not since I’ve known you.” One of the reasons that I am likely such a better driver has to do with the thought process I have whilst driving. I will often envision the potential accidents, problems, etc that could happen, and how I would react to them. I think about hitting the car in front of me, getting rear-ended, or even getting attacked by an evil deer (More on that later).

Actually, long before I was an adequate driver, I used to think about the excuses that I could come up with when I was driving fast. I’m so sorry officer, my boyfriend just broke up with me. My best friend just moved to insert another state here. My mom is sick. My grandfather just passed away. I just lost my job… I would think about the excuses so that I was ready for anything. Except when I wasn’t. And that’s when I got pulled over. The officer doesn’t want to hear, “I’m on my way to traffic safety school and it’s my mom’s birthday,” or “I was just running to the liquor store,” or “Sorry, officer, I’m drunk and going from one bar to another.

There was one time, in which I got pulled over for making an illegal right turn on a red light…The officer asked if I knew why he pulled me over. I told him, “No, officer I don’t.” He said that I made an illegal turn on red. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” He looked at my license and asked, “So how long have you lived in Glen Ellyn?” I was 5 blocks from my parents’ house… “Pretty much my whole life…” So he asked, “And you didn’t know there was no turn on red there?” My response was priceless. I was going for ignorant and ditzy…”I’m not very observant…” The officer took it as snarky and insolent. Whoops. Ticket.

I often start thinking something ridiculous, weird, dirty, or judgy. And then I’ll think to myself, self, what if someone here can hear your thoughts? Just because you can’t read minds doesn’t mean it’s not possible. What if they can hear every thought in your brain. They know you just checked out that guy’s package. They know you just make a really mean comment about that girl’s outfit. They hear you thinking about how you really want to pick your nose. They know. They know and hear and see all. You can’t hide from this shit. They’re judging you now.

What strange thoughts do you think?

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My Ex-Boyfriend: The Pike

Another ex-boyfriend story for your reading pleasure…

When I was fresh out of college and “on the outs” with the on-again/off-again boyfriend (Rockabilly), I was jumping heavily into the online dating scene. This was in 2005, before it really hit big and fast. Of course, I was still sort of seeing Rockabilly, but he kept pushing me away, so I kept looking elsewhere.

While Rockabilly lived in Peoria, and I was trying to get a job in Peoria, I thought it best to find a new boyfriend in Peoria as well. Cue The Pike. The one and only real-life ginger that I ever dated. He was tall and sweet and seemed intelligent…and he kissed like a rockstar. I figured I’d keep him around for a bit.

The Pike had graduated from Bradley at the same time I did, and he was a former Pi Kappa Alpha (Pike). He was also a hockey player, so he was super strong and seemed totally bad ass to me…At first.

Within two weeks, he was asking me (over the phone) to be exclusive. He would drive all the way up to Chicago just to take me out on a date, and then drive all the way back home to Peoria the same night.

I was a wicked bitch, because even though he was technically my boyfriend, I didn’t want him to come to my home. I had very strict dating rules that included a meeting the family clause (this was supposed to only happen after I had been with someone long enough to know that he wasn’t going anywhere for a while). So he would meet me in Joliet (thus also minimizing his drive time to see me without making me drive all the way to Peoria.

I would also drive down to Peoria for job interviews and to hang out with my girls…and as a second thought, I would go on a date with The Pike. He lived with his grandma and little brother, so I opted not to stay with him while I was down there. One night we went out on a multi-date with two of my besties (Katie and Claire) and Claire’s BF/now hubs. Katie’s BF/now hubs was living elsewhere at the time, so he could only be there in spirit. The girls thought he was OK, but they judged him because Katie was single girl at the table, and The Pike didn’t offer to pick up the check. Really, the problem was that I just wasn’t that into him.

Strangely enough, at this dinner, Rockabilly decided to express his jealousy crazy by texting and calling all three of us, asking what was going on. As a dude who kept pushing me away, it was shocking (and gave me those stupid happy butterflies) to see his reaction. It was then that I realized my purpose for dating The Pike had very little to do with The Pike. We dated for a few months, and during that time, I learned a few things.

  1. Apparently a lot of hockey dudes shave. (Like shave everything shave). Gross. So I’ll never know if the carpet matched the drapes.
  2. Dating guys who brag about shit is not cool. The Pike would often brag about how much money he was making at his multiple jobs, and unwittingly make me feel bad that I couldn’t find a job. Then he would insist on going halvsies.
  3. If you’re not into PDA with someone, it’s entirely possible that you’re not into that someone. I mean, there’s definitely a level of PDA that is acceptable vs. unacceptable…but if you don’t even want to hold their hand…they aren’t the dude for you.

So after his last trip to the Chi, in which we met in Romeoville with his little brother and my buddy, Cletus in tow, and ventured to the Museum of Science and Industry for an afternoon of museum fun at my fave Chicago Museum. Cletus still teases me about this afternoon, and laughs whenever it’s mentioned. Not because of The Pike, but because of my lack of feelings for The Pike…and how I non-verbally expressed the feelings. Of course, The Pike was a little awkward, too, though…gettin’ all PDA with me when PDA was SO. not. my. thing. He was all into me…but he was also The Marrying Guy. He wanted to settle down and make babies. Like relatively soon. I was definitely not there with him. I knew it was only a matter of time before L words started flying…and I feared L words.

I broke up with The Pike over the phone. I told him that I still had feelings for my ex (true) and that I just couldn’t get over him (true). I led The Pike to believe that I would be getting back together with my Rockabilly, even though out of spite and jealousy, he too had gone and gotten himself a girlfriend.

Within a month, The Pike had a new girlfriend…Less than a year after I allegedly broke his heart, he was married…and a few years later, he was divorced. Was anyone else surprised by this?

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Sunday Morning News: Ban on Public Nudity, Penguin Invasions, and Stoner Dogs

It’s hard to believe that yet another week has gone by and it’s almost socially acceptable for me to put up my Christmas trees! (If you want a Christmas card from yours truly, send an e-mail with your info to quirkychrissy @ gmail.)

This week, I’ve come across some fun and interesting news articles to share with you. I hope that you’ll find them as enlightening and amusing as I did…

First on the list is public nudity in San Francisco. Why. Did. I. Not. Know. About. This? No pants? That sounds like an awesome idea. Why they want to ban it is beyond me. Let people run free. Without pants. Damn the man; save the empire!

Just let the naked guys be naked in peace.

This next bit of news is for my bestie in the whole world, Katie Belle. She writes at Words for Worms and you should read it because she’s fantastic. She has a slight penguin obsession (Read: HUGE LOVE OF PENGUINS). In this tricky situtation, endangered penguins have invaded a South African town. I think Katie would love it… Am I right?

Who doesn’t love penguins indeed?

With the legalization of marijuana in two states this election year, it’s not surprising that I came across a video of stoner dogs. While I may not have ever partaken of the get-Buck-stoned campaign…but I do know that my old dog was, on occasion, high. Of course, this was hilarious to all who witnessed it…and more often than not, it wasn’t even because of the weed. Veterinarian prescribed doggie downers cause the same stoned-dog results…As Buck was a bit on the scaredy dog side during storms…fireworks…loud noises…lots of people…he often needed a little…calming down. So, if you’re really looking to chill your pup out…talk to the vet, and save the dope for your human pals.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend! GO BEARS!

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Brian Shares Saturday: The Jig is Up

Well, I knew it would happen eventually…but not this quickly. Brian is now actively looking for things to impress and amuse you. I get e-mails like this one:

“Pic for Sunday blog”

Then, I have to explain to him that it’s Saturday’s blog post. And he says to me, “Whatever. It’s a cute picture. Are you going to post it?”

Imagine cute dog holding a basket with a puppy and a can of Sprite next to a Bed Bath and Beyond coupon and a book

“Well, obviously.  I mean, check out the awesome product placement of the Bed, Bath, and Beyond coupon (Did you know that you can use those puppies long after they’ve expired? The bartender’s roommates’ mom taught me that. I guess I learned something from the relationship after all.) And the can of Sprite. And the book, which looks sort of interesting, “Inside of a Dog.” That shit didn’t happen by accident.

Then, after explaining it to him…he says, “OK, whatever… and this one:”

Insert gif of a ninja baby fighting a stuffed dragon.

“Brian, you’ve sent me that one twice, already.”

“Ha! Well…it was awesome.”

And finally for this week, Sprint buys out U.S. Cellular in the Midwest markets. As I have convinced Brian to switch over to my Sprint account, in order to save money AND get $50 Samsung Galaxy S III’s on Black Friday…he keeps me posted with all of the interesting Sprint news. While this may not have been intended to make the Quirky Chrissy list of Brian’s shares…it did indeed.

Oh! I’ll throw in one more for good luck. As I mentioned the other day, my apartment has been giving me a headache. Brian took it upon himself to do a little extra research. And found that it might be formaldehyde in the new carpet…for about 5 seconds. He revoked the statement after debunking the internet with this article about formaldehyde in carpet. But then The Bloggess started following me on Twitter…so the Gchat conversation changed completely out of excitement.

So, Brian may be actively trolling the internet for great memes and gifs, which means that you’ll only get the best of the best from now on…And I’ll have lots of things to cherry pick. My Top Secret Mission has come to a close. Happy weekend!

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Confession Friday: Christmas Music is Coming

Yes. Yes, I said it. Confession Friday: I am a Christmas-obsessed-giant-freak-of-nature-who-wants-to-start-decorating-now kind of girl. You think I got into Halloween… You haven’t seen ANYTHING yet. But I will try. try. try. to refrain. For Brian’s sake. For your sake. For at least a week or two. As soon as Thanksgiving week gets close…I make no promises. Christmas music is coming…

(But not that horrible song: Do they know it’s Christmas? Of course they don’t know it’s Christmas. And they don’t care. They do not celebrate Christmas because it is a Christian holiday and non-Christians in Africa who are starving and sick do not care that they won’t have snow in Africa, you ignorant prats./rant)

When I told Brian (long before I was officially living with him in Aurora) that we were one day going to have a Christmas tree in every room, he may or may have believed me…Much like when I told him that the Olympics was going to be 24/7 Sports TV for 2 and a half weeks…And when I told him that I had a cheese obsession…And when I told him that I had a lot of stuff…Come to think of it…maybe HE does believe me.

Regardless…when he realized that half of the boxes that were carted up the stairs to our new apartment were Christmas boxes…he may have gotten a little scared. It’s a fact: I love Christmas. I love everything about Christmas. It’s joyful. It’s bright. It’s cheery. It’s wonderful. Our little apartment is going to look amazing. and Christmas-y. As soon as the rest of the boxes are unpacked…Christmas boxes are next.  and the trees go up.

Yes. I said trees. Since I was a young child, I have always made the Christmas tree my responsibility. And no one was allowed to help…Because they didn’t know how to do it right. Really…it’s because I’m slightly OCD and have a need to see every ornament as it goes on the tree. You’ll note that the baby picture of Chrissy goes front and center every year.

Confession Friday Christmas Music is Coming

We made her pose like that.

In closing, fair readers…I have borrowed a brilliant idea from Lauren of Filing Jointly. I would love to send you a Christmas card this year! As a thank you for being awesome and reading my blog and all of that good stuff. Just send an e-mail to quirkychrissy @ gmail with your name and address, and you will receive a fantastic Christmas card. I haven’t quite decided what it will be yet…but you can bet it will be hilarious. Last year, a girlfriend of mine convinced me to send out this beauty:

Christmas Cards

I know, perfect right?

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