Rock Obama Won! And a Gamer Giveaway!

Good morning readers! I have some very exciting giveaway news! But first, a short election story:

Election Joy

4 years ago today, my then-3-year-old godson ran up to me with excitement in his eyes, “Auntie Chrissy Auntie Chrissy! Rock Obama won! Rock Obama won!” My cousin, Rachel, had tried and succeeded in explaining to Little A that this was a big deal. It was historic. Our first black president. A dem president after 8 years of you-know-who. A young president. And a Chicago man to boot. This year proved to be another historic election: Marriage equality on the ballot in 4 states, Tammy Baldwin of Wisconsin will become the first openly gay senator, Hawaiian Representative Mazie Hirono will become the first Asian-American woman in the Senate, and in my own home district, Tammy Duckworth will become the first disabled woman in the House. Mad props to our country for fighting for the rights of the vag. I hope someone explained to Todd Akin and Richard Mourdock that rape is bad and you just can’t spin that any other way.

Gamer Joy

As many of you may know, I’m kind of a gamer nerd. I fell into the world of gaming officially upon meeting Brian and learning about all of the SWEET games out there…and going to Gen Con…and sometimes kicking ass at games (and sometimes losing horribly because my boyfriend refuses to help me in games and sometimes aims to destroy me… ) While I don’t particularly enjoy Scattergories, I’m a Scrabble evil genius, and even as a  kid, I always wanted to play Life. So games: Kinda my thing…

Chicago Toy & Game Fair

I’ll be attending the Chicago Toy & Game Fair on November 17 & 18 and I want you to join me! Okay, I mean maybe we’ll get to meet and shake hands and kiss babies, and if you’re really lucky, we might hang out for a few minutes… (Hey, I’m getting ping-back spam now–I’m almost famous!)

The 10th anniversary of this huge gamer paradise is bound to be an event you don’t want to miss. With events and toys for kids of all ages, the Chicago Toy & Game Fair is the largest toy and game show in the country. Located inside Navy Pier’s exhibit hall A, you’ll get to play with giant sized Perplexus and Bananagrams (SO fun), participate in free game tournaments, meet & greet with top game inventors, and so much more.

Luckily for you, I’ve been given a couple of family passes to giveaway so that YOU can attend this fabulous event full of games, toys, games, and more games! Fun for the whole family! All you have to do to enter the giveaway is leave a comment below. Tell me a funny game story or why you want to go to ChiTAG. I’ll be giving away one family pass on Friday, November 9 and one family pass on Wednesday, November 14. So keep the comments coming.

If you’re a teacher, librarian, member of the military, a scout in uniform, or under 3, you get in free. On Sunday, November 18, any grandparents also get in free (with their grandchildren in tow–don’t try to go without the kiddos! That’s just mean.) Of course, if you don’t want to win free tickets, you can buy them at the door. Click here for ticket info and a $2 off coupon.

So get excited! I know I am. Maybe I’ll see you there.

To enter the giveaway, leave a comment below with a funny game story or telling me why you want to go to the Toy & Game Fair. It’s that simple.

NOTE: I am attending the Chicago Toy & Game Fair at the invitation of the ChiTAG people as part of the media/blogger preview. The powers that be from the Chicago Toy & Game Fair have given me the free passes to giveaway on this blog. The opinions expressed in this post are all my own, and I have not been paid to speak them. 

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Brian Shares Saturday: Random Pets and Christmas Music is Coming

Sometimes, I’ll tell Brian that I want a pet…you know like a puppy or a kitten. Even though I’m allergic to both. I tell him how wonderful it will be when we have a sweet little kitten to take gratuitous cat pictures of. Or to have a puppy waiting for us when we get home every night…

For some reason, he keeps suggesting other…less suitable pets. I blame the internet. Here are potential pets that my darling boyfriend has suggested:

A praying mantis or mantid or something creepy crawlie esque… This was in our early days of dating…to which I responded, “You’re frightening.”

There are plenty of strange animals that my boyfriend has suggested, and of course, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what they are…The most recent of which is a Hedgehog…I mean…it’s kinda cute and all. We could name it Sonic.

I’ve also asked for chickens…and a bunny. If I had a bunny, I would call him Bunnicula and train him to use a litter box. He would love me forever. And suck the juice from tomatoes.

Other Brian shares this week include:

Disney meets Star Wars, in which Brian proclaimed, “PERFECT for you!” (me)

A REALLY short story

and this was a few weeks ago, but now it is more true than ever…. You think my love for Halloween was big…just wait until you see my Christmas obsession. Brian might kill me before the holiday is up, because Lord Stark knows what’s up: Christmas Music is Coming.

That wraps up this week’s edition of shit Brian shares with me. Tune in next week for whatever memes pics and vids my boyfriend discovers for me.

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Confession Friday: The Last Minute

Confession: I wait until the last minute to do lots of things, which often works out smashingly for a girl like me, but sometimes…not so much.I guess you could say, I’m a bit of a procrastinator.

So, several weeks ago, I was talking to Katie (Of yesterday’s guest post and Words for Worms Katie) and she said to me, I’m in on a sweet Secret Santa blogger thing. You need to get in on this. And so I looked up Pocketful of Joules, and her fun Fall Swap. I e-mailed her and requested to join the club.

When I received my secret swapper…I was so pumped! I felt honored and excited to get Heather from the B(itch)log. As a Chicagoan(ish) myself, I felt that it was my duty as a blogger and new blogfriend to find Heather the perfect little piece of Chicago (as she is currently residing in California).

As any good Chicago-land native knows, if you’re born here…this will always be your home. If you move here and acclimate into the joy of northern Illinois…this will always be your home. They don’t call it Sweet Home Chicago for nothing. It’s the best.

Bon Jovi Loves Chicago

Me too, Jon; Me too.

So, I decided that dammit, I was going to give Heather a piece of Chicago, come hell or high water. And I searched. And searched. And I realized that sending something from Chicago will give the secret part away immediately. So despite my better judgement, I moved to the online world. I found a lot of “Chicago in the Fall” products…but they were cheesy and uninspiring. Even the “Chicago in the Fall” Apron, after reading that Heather digs aprons…it just wouldn’t do. I’m a perfectionist by nature, and I really wanted to get this right.

So finally, in the home stretch, on the last week of the swap, I was searching the digital world like a maniac. And came across this SWEET poster. Sure, it may not be completely “fall” themed. But shit! It was the coolest thing ever. A World’s Fair Chicago poster dated May-November 1933. And it was everything I was looking for (you know except for the fall theme). But it did say November… November = fall… Truth be told, I totally searched “November Chicago.” I call it a success.

So I had it shipped to Heather without any purchasing info, and the really nice guy even offered to throw in a secret message!

Of course, because it was shipped from a third-party to keep my identity a secret…and I waited so long to send it…it took forever to get to Heather. Joules was worried. Katie asked if I had sent it. and Heather was waiting and waiting and waiting.

Then she got it, and I was worried that she didn’t like it (I worry a lot…an ex used to tell me I was wound tighter than an 8 day clock…douche.) I kept thinking, “Maybe she was hoping for a cute scarecrow or pumpkin or fall snack…”

In the end, I think I did alright… You can read about Heather’s super excited reaction (She loves me more than French toast! MMMmmmm French toast…maybe I’ll make some for breakfast—nah Fritos and queso is more my style) on her blog post about being homesick for Chicago.

In other procrastinator news, I finally get to send my giveaway today to the winner! Lily from It’s a Dome Life… I had to dig through a lot of moving boxes to find my Huck Finn books.

Procrastination is a lot like Masterbation

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Katie’s Guest Post: Like a Word Ninja

All Chrissy commentary has been, as promised, printed in a separate color so as to differentiate from guest post writing. Enjoy.

Hello Chrissy’s Readers,

This is Katie, and I’m guest posting today. Let’s just go ahead and clear a few things up before we start, shall we? I am Katie and I write a little book blog called Words for Worms. I am one of Chrissy’s real life best friends. As in, we knew each other prior to whoring ourselves out as bloggers. Regular readers of Chrissy’s blog will know me as Penny, because when Chrissy started this blog odyssey, she offered me the anonymity of a fake name. I accepted, because she knows too much about me. Perhaps my trust is misplaced here, but so far she hasn’t posted anything terribly incriminating about me. And, frankly, I’m really boring, and was pretty boring even when I was “wild,” so I’m blowing my cover.

The first time that Katie posted–as Penny– I was running late to work and needed a post. Fast. So I said to Katie… “Hey Katie, want to guest post on my blog?” And Katie gave me a resounding “YES!” You know… as resounding as a text message can get. “What does that entail?” So, I gave her a login and password for my site. I told her not to embarrass me too much. And I told her to have fun. Three days later, Katie decided that she, too, wanted to be a blogger.

Okay. So. As my blog suggests, I’m a big nerdy bookworm. I love words. They’re delicious. My parents are both notoriously bad spellers (sorry guys, but you know it’s true) so we never played Scrabble in my house growing up. Ever. When I got to college, Chrissy took it upon herself to teach me how to play Scrabble, so she’d have an unsuspecting victim someone to mercilessly eviscerate challenge.

Double word, triple letter score. All. The. Time.

I was just learning to play Scrabble. I was content to create words with my little tiles. It was exciting and fun! While I was having a ball making words like “garden” and “feet” she was still going full force. We’re talking full Scrabble domination. She’d routinely have quadruple my score. Imagine the modern US Army picking a fight with… Luxembourg (a Luxembourg without any allies to save them from the onslaught.) “Garden” and “feet” were met with “Qoph” and “Qi” and “Qat”. In case you were wondering, those ‘Q’ words mean: the 19th letter of the Hebrew alphabet, a circulating life energy in Chinese philosophy, and a leaf of the shrub  Catha edulis, respectively. The Q’s always fell on triple letter squares.

In my defense, I was only trying to help Katie learn. You can’t learn without a strong master. Would Karate Kid have become a karate genius without the challenge from Mr. Miagi? Would Obi Wan have been the Jedi master without Qui Gon Jinn? Would Baby have gotten out of the corner without Patrick Swayze? No. 

Chrissy knows every two letter word. Every weirdo Q word. Words that don’t look like real words. But don’t challenge her! Damn Straight! She’s got that doggone Scrabble dictionary memorized. Way before there was Words with Friends, Chrissy found scrabble online. Nobody we knew could challenge her. I almost lost a few friends because of it… She had a super amazing high score. Sometimes she’d play on my account because I was so pathetic. Not only is she super good at Scrabble, but she’s crazy competitive. DO NOT bet her money on a game. Any game. Ever. I can beat her at Trivial Pursuit, but we’re matched pretty evenly. It’s just not a good investment.

Katie is very good at Trivial Pursuit. I’ll admit…She’s better than me. But I like it better when she talks Chess. “I’d play by myself, but I won’t. I know myself too well, and I’ll end up cheating in favor of one side.”

Also, Brian’s friends call me the Jason Bourne of Gaming. I can pick up a gamer game (with ridiculously detailed rules and win conditions) in less than a game, strategize, and often win.

Remember in Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey how they played board games against death to win back their lives? (You. Have. Sunk. My. Battlesheep.) Chrissy would totally win her soul back if she played Death at Scrabble. Like a word ninja. You’ll never know what hit you.

Trust me, Death. You don’t want a piece of this.

 

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I Hate Scattergories

So I’m not allowed to talk about the recent ridiculously loud cackling game of Scattergories with the ladies of the fam. I’m also not allowed to post the video feed that I managed to not-so-subtly acquire, subtly. But no one said I’m not allowed to talk about how much I hate Scattergories.

I hate scattergories

Not that I don’t have a tendency to eviscerate the competition. Not that I’m not good at the game. Not that I don’t enjoy the competition. But I’m a word snob. And dammit, “Kansas Jayhawks” are athletes. And I’m a game snob. And I prefer strategy.

Sometimes, I wonder why I even own Scattergories…But then I see the crayon marking stating the cost $1.50…and I remember why. Even at the young age of 16, I was collecting board games from Salvation Army. I collected them, but I was a Polack about it.

I always wanted to play different party games. Games that I had played with friends and thought were the bomb diggity. (Yes. I said bomb diggity. And I’m proud of it.) Games like Curses, in which people have to act out different scenarios while under a  number of “curses” like speaking with a lisp in an Irish accent with your wrists glued to each other (fake glued–not for real). Games like Cranium. Games like Apples to Apples.

Then I met Brian. And got into serious gaming. Munchkin. Arkham Horror. Settlers of Catan. This list goes on and on. For some reason, Scattergories just doesn’t seem as fun as racing against the clock to beat Cthulhu’s beasts…maybe that’s just me.

Of course, Scattergories is definitely still vicious. People arguing and fighting over whether something actually counts. It’s silly. For the record, hummus is not a dairy product, but Hershey’s chocolate milk definitely is. Hungriest man is most likely not a world record, and no one carries a hockey puck in their purse or wallet.

Also… cunt is spelled with a C…not a K.

And you thought your night was entertaining.

 

 

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Cheers to the Forest Fire

I promise I’m not really an asshole. I have a point.

(Hey Mom, let Dad read this one. Also, don’t cry. It’s awesome to have such great memories.)

So, Saturday was my dad’s 70th birthday.We were chatting about my blog, and he asked how he could read it. I explained it to him, though I’m not sure if he still understands. He’s really cute when he says, “Quirky Chrissy.” One day I’m going to film it and put it up here. But he asked if I ever wrote about the forest fire. I hadn’t, but I knew that I had to.

Mom shamelessly plugs my blog–I can tell she’s really proud that I am able to write about the crazy and make it sound adorable and endearing. I love that she does it though, because it spikes my readership. Moms are good like that… but she forgets to show my dad the tales I write…and he’s the opposite of tech savvy. His last technological achievement was playing Pacman on a table top machine. (Oh and the cell phone I made him get by bribing him with the Notre Dame Fight Song ring tone).  But he’s the best dad ever.

No one can believe that he’s 70. Especially not me. Back in my heavy drinkin’ days… Dad was one of my favorite drinking buddies. My first legal shot was with my parents. I used to hang out with dad at the family bar, doing shots of Jamo, showing off my mad skills that I learned in college (like how to open a beer bottle with my forearm), and reigning as Princess Flaherty, by my dad’s side.

My first legal shot

My first legal shot. Happy 21st birthday to ME. (Less than 2 hours later, I would have no idea which hand I wrote with, which was up, or that my skirt should be below my belly button…not above it.)

One of my earlier memories is of my estranged sister (obviously, before she was douchey and estranged), Deven, telling me that MGD was the best beer ever. I looked her square in the eye and said, “When I grow up, I’m going to drink Bud Light, like my daddy.”

And I did.

Of course, not for a while. My parents were pretty brilliant in the boozin’ world of raising kids. Nothing was ever “off limits” so to say… there was no mystery in alcohol. “Can I try?” was always met with a “sure, one sip.” This would typically be denied after a whiff of the beer, cognac, whiskey, wine, etc. in question.  But occasionally, my brother and I would go in for the kill and take a tiny swig, which we found revolting. Alcohol is definitely an acquired taste.

So we didn’t drink. We made it through high school relatively straight-laced. Friends of our parents called us the “stepford children,” because we weren’t drinking and driving, doing drugs, having sex, getting arrested, or any of the other crazy shit that many of their own children were doing… we were goodie two-shoes’. (I was terrified of my mother’s wrath…rightfully so, obviously. I was also afraid of getting caught and kicked off the cheerleading team. I fear reprimand. In life. Still.)

So, then I went off to college. And my dad bet me that I was going to come home and say, “Hey dad, pass me a fuckin’ beer.” He was always is always putting “fuckin” into my potential quotations. His biggest fear was always me meeting my future mother in law for dinner with this beauty: “Pass the fuckin’ potatoes,” which I would never say in front of Brian’s mom!

Not wanting to lose a bet…I made it a point to dislike beer. And find some nice older student to buy me liquor. As evident from previous posts about my college drinking habits…this was not a problem. For the first week, I called home every night. And every night Mom would ask, “Did you get drunk yet?” And every night I would say, “Nope, not yet.” Until one night on Geisert 8. And all hell broke loose.

So when my parents came out for parents weekend…and took me on a massive stock-up grocery trip at the Super Walmart…I was a little surprised, yet ridiculously excited when we walked down the booze aisle, and Daddy said to me, “What do you want?” I was like a kid in a candy store. It was the greatest thing ever. For a college freshman. I picked up a bottle of Smirnoff Raspberry and a bottle of Malibu. They were pretty much gone before my parents left for home that Sunday. I. Will. Never. Drink. Them. Again. Ever.

I came home that summer and not once did I ask Dad to pass me a beer. I still hated beer. I said, “Pass the fucking vodka.” And he laughed. The following summer, Dad and I shared many Bud Lights over long chats by our pool. One night we were talking about cheers and toasts. My dad looked at me, and said, “Christine, you come from a family that would drink to a forest fire.”

And so every once in a great while, Dad and I will drink to the forest fire. But only the ones that are done on purpose. We’re not monsters.

 

 

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Sharing Brian’s Stuff Saturday: First Time Ever!

Welcome to my very first Saturday post! In order to give you more awesome every day, I’ve decided to start sharing the joy that is my boyfriend. No, I’m not going to share my boyfriend!! Are you crazy? He’s ALLLLL mine.

But he does share the best stuff. I don’t have to troll the internet for things to pin, watch, read, laugh at…because Brian does it for me. So without further ado, I give you:

Shit Brian Sends Me Through the Week

Snuggly panda bears (after I told Brian that my new two-fold goal in life is to hug a panda):

We’re big on Halloween over here…and for Christmas I bought Brian a stuffed Kermit. So he sent me this twisted Halloween decoration…

Brian thought this was funny. I did not. You be the judge… Hipster Princesses

So that’s all for this week’s Brian Shares….  Tune in next week when he realizes that I’m now sharing what he shares. Will it get better? Will it get crazier? Get excited!

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DIY: How to Make Your Own Halloween Decor AKA Some Seriously F*ed Up Sh*t

So, in case you didn’t already know… I’m pretty sick and twisted when it comes to Halloween. From Haunted House Costumes and this awesome bouquet toss winner costume to Pinterest Gone Awesome with a Baby Eating Pumpkin, a bathroom spider den, a murder scene, and these horrifyingly creepy dolls, I’ve got some really messed up thoughts on the creepy. Last week, while perusing Pinterest for some ideas to decorate for the Halloween festivities at our house, I came across this pin:

Source: grandinroad.com via Chrissy on Pinterest

Source: grandinroad.com via Chrissy on Pinterest

First, I thought to myself, That is the coolest fucking thing I have ever seen. Then I realized, $33? Fuck that. I can make that bad ass piece of Halloween paraphernalia way cheaper.

So last night, I got the supplies together…(and spent a grand total of $8) and set out to create. My plan was: If this goes poorly, I will call the post: Pinterest Gone Wrong. If this goes well, I will call this post Some Seriously Fucked up Shit.

As you will soon see, I’m an evil genius.

The Materials the Make the Hanging Cocoon

The materials I started with: 2 long poles (I used a broomstick and a mop), a ball, a fitted bed sheet, a hanger, fake spider web, and plastic bugs.

I needed some tape, too. Luckily Brian had duct tape in his car…

Duct Tape for Halloween Decoration

Yes. In his car. Creepy?

Hanging Cocoon Man for Halloween

Tape the hanger to the ball. The hanger is your “shoulders.”

How to Make the Coolest Halloween Decorations

Tape the poles to the hanger.

Halloween Cocoon Man

Tape the poles together in the center.

Making a Cocoon Man for Halloween

Cool, right?

It was at this point that I realized I needed a few additional supplies — 3 more hangers.

Cocoon Man Hips

Use one hanger for the hips.

Cocoon Man for Halloween

Reinforce the head.

Hanging Cocoon Man

Add the Shoulders (2 additional hangers).

Halloween Mummy Decoration

Wrap the body like a mummy.

Brian made a suggestion that we add a pillow to the body. Since we have a plethora of pillows…this seemed like a brilliant plan. So, I ran and got one.

The Hanging Mummy

Tape the pillow to the poles

Making a Hanging Mummy

Re-wrap the cocoon.

Spider Web Wrapped Cocoon

Wrap the cocoon in spider webbing.

Hanging the Corpse

We used these bungee cables.

I realized we needed something to hang the mummy, and Brian had these in his car, too…hmmmm…

Hanging Mummy

Hang the mummy.

Adding to the Hanging Cocoon

We’re going to cover that entire area in spiderwebbing…Like so. And people will be scared. Like so.

Hanging Cocoon Man

Put on the finishing Touches-the death bugs…not unlike Death Bug.

Brian is terrified of this. He thinks I am completely sick and twisted. He is right.

I made a homemade hanging mummy cocoon wrapped in spider webs and hung it from the banister in the stairwell for our Halloween Party

What creepy-ass shit do you do for Halloween?

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The Joy of Haunted Houses and Halloween

I love love love Halloween. It’s THE ultimate holiday. It’s the fourth family holiday, you know. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Halloween. My aunt in North Carolina actually flies into Chicago for this, above all other holidays. It’s the best. I’ve had my fair share of Halloween costumes, many of which were homemade or half homemade.

Haunted House Costumes Galore

This is the first in a series of photo posts in honor of my favorite holiday.

Crazy Haunted House Costume Numbers Clown

I used to volunteer at a haunted house…

In fact, this is how I managed to survive student teaching. I’ve said it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, but it got a little crazy, considering I was president of my local Jaycee chapter, who ran a haunted house. One of the most hectic times of my life–I escaped into the costumed crazy of Suzzee, my haunted house character with character.

She started out because I love acting the crazy part.

 

Crazy Haunted House Costume 2

This is Suzzee at the very early stages

Crazy Haunted House Costume with Teased Hair

Check out that hair!

As I’ve had some experience in the world of haunted houses, I’ve decided to share with you the secrets to haunted houses. This is what to prepare for.

The Five Types of Haunted House Scares

The Standard Scare

This scare revolves around the things that typically scare…Spooky atmosphere. Scary music. Dark hallways. Traditional monsters. Dead people.This is the easy scare. Mostly scares little ones…

Redneck Monster Haunted House Costume

My redneck monster

Dead Haunted House Character

Dead

Haunted House Costume

My audition photo for The Walking Dead. What do you think?

The Boo! Scare

This scare is the most common. The jump-out-of-a-hidey-spot scare. The rah! scare. The scare they’re expecting, but not expecting…If you’re going through a haunted house, expect this when you least expect it. And when you most expect it. Just be ready for it everywhere.

Haunted House Creepy Little Girl

Suzzee started taking shape. She was a little girl who got into mommy’s makeup, but she was crazy. She was sweet, but mean. Friendly, but nasty. Quiet, but loud…When you least expected it, she was there–screaming in your face…

The Grotesque Scare

As you can see in the photo above, I wasn’t opposed to covering myself in fake blood. (corn syrup and food coloring) The grotesque scare feeds on the fear factor of humans. I’ll bet you never thought about how gross watching someone masticate is… I took every opportunity to chew in people’s faces.

Haunted House Crazy Girl

That red candy was a gummy heart with red liquid candy…it was like eating a heart covered in blood…and I was absolutely disgusting while I did it… I also used gummy finger fries in bloody ketchup…

Haunted House Characters

Suzzee was caught by the popo and stuck behind bars for a while…That pink bunny had a squeaker in it…and was stuffed with cotton candy…which I pulled out and ate in front of people. They really thought I was eating the cotton…

Haunted House Costume Fun

Told you.

The Personal Space Scare

This scare is easy. Walk up to someone who looks scared…stand close enough that you’re just barely touching them (without touching them). Get your face in their face. Sniff them. Smile at them. Scowl at them. Or even better…Scream in their face when they start laughing at you. All of these things are allowed in a haunted house!

Crazy Haunted House Halloween Costume

Suzzee had no problem walking up to people and crowding their personal space. Often.

The Mind-Fuck Scare

There really was no other way to describe this type of scare. It’s the scare that leaves you with nightmares. It’s the scare that makes you unforgettable to teeny bopper radio DJ’s (Yes, that’s right…I ran into them at the car show 5 months later looking normal…Guess what? They still remembered me. They told me they were still having nightmares about my character. It was the greatest compliment. Ever.) I’ve got a super creepy monotonous singing voice that I bust out for haunted housing… I can stare at the same spot for 5 minutes straight…It’s pretty fun.

Haunted House Creepy Character

Creepy right? MIND-FUCK

So Suzzee was the best…Because she encompassed ALL of the scares. An all-around mind-fuck who did and said whatever she wanted.It was great, because I had to be in character at all times. So instead of being the responsible president or the responsible student. Or the responsible teacher… I could just be Suzzee. And life was fun.

When I grow up, I want to be an actress.

 

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Chrissy’s Favorite Things!

Yesterday, I posted on Facebook, “I’m rich!” and left for work. I received the following comments-unedited thankyouverymuch:

A friend’s hubs: “share?”
Penny’s dad: “Lotto? Find a $20 in your winter coat pocket? Enquiring minds…”
A friend: “I guess payday.”
Mama Missy’s Mama: “I’m guessing it is not money!”
Molly: “PAYDAY!!!!”
My aunt: “Remember poor old Aunt Nanette and Uncle Gary…lol. Seriously, what’s up?
A friend: “Yay!”
A friend: “Say it like Chappelle!”

Obviously, the hype was because after 6 months of unemployment and 3 months of hourly wages, I finally received a nice chunk of change dumped into my bank account…you know, one that I don’t have to pay back to the Department of Education.

In honor of my very first pay day from my new job, I’ve decided to share the love/wealth and host my very first giveaway! (Don’t worry, Mom…I promise it’s not going to break the bank).

As a blogger who feels like she finally entered the blogosphere, I’ve gotten involved. I participated in my first “secret admirer” swap (and got a sweet scarf, to boot!), I’ve received and passed on sweet chain-like-but-wonderful-awards, and I’m even participating in a blogger reading event called Project Fairy Tale. Blogging seems to be a really great outlet for me to tell my story, and I’m having the time of my life doing it. I decided it’s time to play the giveaway game.

The rules of Chrissy’s Giveaway Extravaganza

This giveaway will include a few Chrissyssentials. What are they you ask? I’ve got a list. Brian knows what’s on the list. You do not. They are my favorite things.

  • Leave a comment with a guess or multiple guesses of what you think the prize(s) will be (Hint: reading my blog gives a lot away)
  • For commenting, you get one entry into the random drawing
  • For guessing correctly, you get one entry into the random drawing per correct guess
  • For tweeting this post (with @chrissawoj) you get a bonus entry into the random drawing
  • Double bonus entry: If you’re a reader with any sort of regularity, you know that I love personal photo shoots. Tweet @Chrissawoj or e-mail Chrissawoj @ gmail with a pic showing me how much you want to win (NOTE: In doing so, you are giving me the right to post your pic on my blog with my own commentary. I promise I’m nice…just a little sassy…)
  • Commenting and Tweeting ends on Friday
  • Winner will be drawn this weekend
  • Results posted on Monday (at which time, the winner and I will need to chat so I can send the goods!)
This is my giveaway winner pose

This is my I want to win a prize look…

Who’s excited?!?

What do YOU think is in the goodie bag?

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