Hi, my name is Kasey, and I'm a Candy Crushaholic.

O-kay, so one night at Bunko, my ladies were talking about Candy Crush Saga.  I didn't know what it was, but they all said it was addicitve.  So, being the wild woman I am, I immediately set out to discover this higly addictive game.  And now...I SHOULD HAVE STAYED AWAY!!!  hahahahaa!

The thing is, the game is fun, and I enjoy playing it.  But...it totally gets into your head.  I seriously lay awake at night thinking of those stupid pieces of candy, and how I can beat the level that I'm currently stuck on.  And when I close my eyes, I can SEE those little orange or yellow pieces moving, like they do when the game thinks you're taking too long to move, so it gives you a hint. And I obsess over how to make sure I get the striped candy, the big sprinkle ball thingy, and that one candy that just makes everything explode.  And then once I get those special candies, I need to figure out how to make combos so I can clear more stuff.  And while I should be sleeping, all I can think about is how frustrating it is when you have one of those levels where you have to clear the jelly AND get a certain amount of points.  And how I always get one or the other! Like it's SO frustrating when I clear the jelly, but don't have a high enough score.  Or when I get a super high score, only have one little square of jelly left, and I run out of moves! SOOOOOOO annoying! And please don't get me started on the chocolate squares! Who came up with that diabolical little twist??? Someone EVIL I tell you! EVIL!!

I have a problem....I need help....I also need to beat level 82.....

We...I mean YOU are never, ever, ever getting back together!

Alrighty, this one is just...well, stupid.  But what are ya gonna do? So, my sister likes to watch entertainment shows.  And we were watching some thing about the Billboard...music awards? I have no idea what it's really called.  And they were talking about Justin Beiber, Selena Gomez, and Taylor Swift.  And they showed how Selena and Taylor sat next to each other, but Justin was supposed to be in the seat next to Selena.  And then they showed some footage of backstage where Selena and Justin were talking, then kissed on the cheek, and Taylor made a face, and stuck out her tongue.  And that's what kept me up at night...

I know in the grand scheme of things, this is so very unimportant, but to my brain, you would have thought I was coming up with the cure for diabetes or something.  Because I was like; "Why is Taylor Swift so upset that Justin and Selena are still on good terms?" I mean, I know they recently broke up and all, but is there anything wrong with being friendly with your ex? And why did she seem so happy to be stealing Justin's seat? And then my brain went into overdrive!

I figured maybe Taylor waas one of those girls.  You know, the ones that can't handle it when their BFF's have successful relationships? It would make sense, because the poor girl can't seem to stay in a relationship for very long.  And even though Just and Selena broke up, they clearly still care for each other, and want to keep things on good terms.  And that probably frosts Taylor too, because non of her ex's seem to want to spend any quality time with her.  And when she stole Justin's seat, she seemed a wee bit too happy about it.  So is she trying to make sure that Justin and Selena don't get to spend any time together? And WHY IN THE WORLD AM I SO CONCERNED ABOUT THIS?? Seriously! I have no idea why it even matters!

I wish I could do justice to what my brain goes through on a nightly basis.  Because I can sum these things up in a short little blog, and yet my mind AGONIZES over these things for hours.  It really makes no sense to me.  Poor Taylor Swift.  I'd really like to see her just be happy and single for a while.  Then, when she's ready, she can meet a nice little fella, and have a nice little LONG TERM relationship.  No more of this boyfriend hopping.  And, yes, that ran through my mind last night, right before I drifted off into sleep.  Again, WHY DOES THIS CONCERN ME?? Oh dear....

You're killing me...

Alrighty, so last night I went to bed a little after four in the morning.  I was super tired, and felt a good crash coming on.  Yeah, like that happened...

Before I went to bed, I sent an e-mail to someone and said "you're welcome!" Or, so I thought.  I couldn't actually remember tpying "you're", and I was freaking out, because I thought that I had typed "your" instead, which is simply unforgiveable.  Seriously, I can't handle all of the mistakes that keep popping up on social media sites in the never ending battle for supremacy between "you're" and "your".  In my opinion, it would be a cardinal sin if I made this mistake.  So, instead of just getting up and checking the computer to see what I had, in fact, actually typed, I just stayed in my bed obsessing over this little detail.  And even though my eyes grew heavy, and I just wanted to pass out, all I did was lie in my bed, freaking out over this, until well after the sun came up.  Pretty constructive use of time, wouldn't you agree?

Oh, and for those of you wondering, I didn't type "you're" or "your".  I went with the old standard "you are".  Go figure!

Crazy Magnet

O-kay, so I've mentioned that I'm going through some personal stuff, right? Well, usually I wouldn't share the things that keep me up at night that are related to said personal issues, but I think in this instance, I can totally share.  Last night, I couldn't sleep because over and over, my brain kept asking the question..."Am I a magnet for crazy?" Seriously, I know I joke about how I'm the crazy cat lady, and I've been called weird, goofy, and crazy(but in a good way) from my friends and family all my life. But circumstances in my life, lately, have made me wonder if I just attract crazy...because I think I do.

And if I do attract crazy...why? Is it my perfume? Is it my choice in clothing? Is it my brilliant personality? Lol...but, seriously. Is it because crazy can see an easy mark when it looks at me? Is it because I tend to see the good in everything, even crazy? I mean, I seriously need to know.  I just need to know...

So, if you know crazy, could you have it contact me? Because I need some answers over here! Then, maybe, just maybe, crazy wouldn't keep me up at night!

The Crazy Cat Lady strikes again!

Ok, so, I've been going through some personal things, and those things have been keeping me up at night.  That's why I haven't blogged...but luckily, last night, my brain decided to take a detour from all things Kasey, and went on to all things crazy...

I've been called a Crazy Cat Lady.  I had 6 cats at one time(granted, they weren't all mine, actually only two of them were mine, but for some reason the label was applied to me, and the title stuck).  Now, I live in a household that only has 3.  Last night, as I was attempting sleep, I was joined by two of those cats.  Neither of which you could call dainty. One of them was on my chest, and the other was on my pillow, wrapped around my head.  I literally felt like they were making an attempt on my life.  And BOOM! Like that, my brain was off and running...like, for real, it was trying to get away from the cats! LOL.

My brain decided that those cats knew I was the Crazy Cat Lady, and that it was their mission to destroy me. So, I spent several hours going over the various ways my cats were going to snuff out my life(sounds macabre, but I spent a lot of time giggling!).

• One or more cats would herd me towards the stairs, and then trip me causing me to tumble down head first.
• Jessi, the cat who is obsessed with my hair, would lie on my pillow, licking my head at an extremely rapid rate, until my hair caught on fire.
• Max, the "dumb blonde"(even though he's the black cat), who likes to "argue" would challenge me to a debate, show a surprising amount of reason and logic, until my brain overloaded.
• Cricket, the needy cat, would pester me with her overwhelming desire for attention, until I jumped out of my bedroom window.
• All three of the cats would join forces, create one super mega cat, and take over the world. Enslaving all humans in the process.
• They would slip dry cat food into my daily sandwich(which I always share with them), causing me to choke.
• The next time I have to take one of them to the vet, they'd distract me(which is surprisingly easy to do), causing me to crash, while they jumped to safety.
• One of them would know my life long dream to see a cat sit on a pumpkin and say "look ma, I'm eating my oatmeal", arrange for this to be done, causing me such glee and delight, that I laugh so hard I pass out...and then perish.

That's just some of the insanity my brain was able to come up with....and yes, sad but true, that's what keeps this Crazy Cat Lady up at night.

What the bleep??

My brain seriously has a mind of its own.  I really do not understand why such random things get stuck in my head, and why I have to contemplate them so seriously.  Last night was no exception.  My lovely brain decided it wanted to know why bad words were considered bad.  And who exactly made that decision.  I mean, what if those words were considered "normal" at one point? Can you imagine it?? I kept envisioning the court of Camelot...with all those knights fighting for their fair ladies.  And I was like, what if those regal ladies all cursed like sailors? But didn't realize they were cursing.  Because all those naughty words weren't naughty at the time...

And what would happen if normal, benign words we use in everyday conversation today were really naughty?  For instance, what if the word "bleep" was actually a swear word? That would mean that every time we're bleeping out a naughty word, we're actually saying a naughty word.  And what if the word spoon didn't mean an eating utensil, and it actually meant something really mean? What would we call spoons? I could keep going, my brain certainly did...at least 2 hours...and I'm pretty sure I finally fell asleep, and dreamt about this.  Nice....

Alien Guy is my hero...

Okay, I have no idea why my brain decided to become obsessed with the Alien Guy the other night, but it did.  If you've seen this show...you know.  If you haven't...you need to look this guy up on YouTube, because he is hilarious.  I've only seen this show like, one time, but this guy obviously left an impression on my brain...

I'm pretty sure at least three hours of attempted sleep were wasted on this crazy fella.  What I want to know is...How in the world did this show get put on the History Channel?? I mean, come on! It's crazy! And this guy is just whacked out.  Funny, but whacked out! Why are there people out there who can't accept the fact that there are really smart humans? Why do they believe we get all of our intelligence and technology from aliens? I mean, they were saying Einstein was visited by aliens.  What in the world?? And what is up with Alien Guy's hair? I'll admit, it's pretty amazing, but what is he thinking? I guess it's working for him, though.  Just Google Alien Guy, and look at all of the hits you get! It's crazy...

Either this guy is on major drugs...or he's been abducted by aliens one too many times, and they've done permanent damage to his brain.  Just saying...