That’s right friends, It’s Day 100 here at the wonderful world of Quirky Chrissy. 100 blog posts. 100 stories. 100 times Chrissy. So I’m stoked.
It’s true. I’ve gotten in fights in my sleep. Multiple times. When I was about 9 or 10, 3 of us were sharing a bed.
When I was 8, my grandfather was diagnosed with a skin cancer called malignant melanoma, By the time they found it, it had already metastasized
Thank God my mother raised me right. (Preface: If you’re not into Jesus or politics, keep reading–I promise I have a point) I was
Except I’m a grown up… In Disney World… With no children to speak of. (Except for some of the really adorable non-crying ones that we’ve
Confession Friday: Yes, this happened. As promised, more ridiculously embarrassing photos are provided in this post. When my cousin, Rachel, and I were 7 and
In the spirit of Confession Friday (which I learned about thanks to the The Word Worm), I’ve decided to offer you some really great (read:
In order to make forthcoming blogs make a little more sense, I thought it important to explain the history of the ridiculous nicknames that boys
Sorry about last week kids, our internet was down (so basically it felt like losing an arm or something) so I couldn’t get online to