Top Ten Signs You're Addicted to Candy Crush (by Pinky Lovejoy)

As evidenced by my "all or nothing" love for anything I truly enjoy (i.e. the color pink, flamingos, Hello Kitty...well, you get the idea), it should come as no surprise that after only one short week I am now fully obsessed with the stupid Candy Crush game. In fact, my famous last words (before becoming completely obsessed) were, "I don't really see what the big deal is anyway." 

And so, without further ado, I present to you my Top Ten Signs You're Addicted to Candy Crush:
10) When you close your eyes to sleep, you see Color Bombs attacking your face
9) When talking to someone, you try and connect their eyes and their nose to line up three in a row.
8) While driving, you also do this with cars. It's too bad once they line up they don't just pop!
7) The time it takes to wait between getting more lives is the longest time ever in the history of the world.

6) You spend all your free time (when you're not playing the game, that is) looking up strategies, reading blogs from other people about the game, and laughing along with their shared obsession.
5) For the first time ever you're completely OK with spamming your Facebook friends for additional lives because waiting for more is unthinkable.
4) When you find out someone else plays, you immediately want to know what level they're at and compare battle stories.

3) You don't remember what life was like before you started playing.

2) You know the difference between Candy Crush and Bejeweled and secretly believe the creators of Candy Crush somehow sprinkled some crack on it.

1) Your "come on" line to your equally-obsessed fiancee is, "I've got some candy you can crush." 

Flamingos are my Friends

My love affair with flamingos began at the tender age of 16. I was at Magic Mountain and somehow ended up in the petting zoo area where they had some flamingos. While I'm sure I'd seen these magestic birds before, it felt like I was seeing them for the first time. I was totally and completely mesmerized, transfixed, and immediately in love. I couldn't take my eyes off them and lost all interest in going on rides, walking around, or doing any of the other stuff one does at an amusement park. All I wanted to do was watch the birds. From that point on, I was hooked. Flash forward almost twenty (cough cough) years, and as anyone knows, I'm a certified flamingo freak. Every inch of my place would be covered in them if I didn't control myself (yes, I do have self-control on occasion). As it is, I've got a flamingo kitchen, bathroom, three flamingo tattoos, and an entire desk at work filled with them.The reason I bring this up is because I received a picture text from my friend T from when she went to the San Diego Zoo. If I had a dollar for every time someone took a picture for me of a flamingo, I'd be rich. Seriously. I love it - it's the coolest thing. For years my friends have taken pictures from all over the world - even Bogota, Columbia. When my sister took her kids to the San Diego Zoo, my niece Phoenix ran up to the flamingos and said, "Auntie! Auntie!" and took a picture with them for me (it's on my desk at work, as well). What a special thing, to be associated with this glorious and beautiful bird (which I know is technically white and turns pink because of the brine shrimp it eats - people always think they're going to trick me and that I won't know anything about the bird, but I do!).

Sadly, Another Addiction

Special thanks going out to McHeidi for now turning me into a certifiable Scrabble addict. On Facebook, of course. Where else? I thought I was under control, until someone else challenged me to a game and now I can't get enough. I've never really played (or maybe enjoyed) the real Scrabble - why do I like it so much online? It doesn't make sense. Oh, and I had to post this Scrabble someecard - not because it's true, but because it combines a few of my favorite things: someecards, online Scrabble, and Facebook. What can I say? I'm easily entertained.

Betsey Johnson is my New Hero

So, I was feeling like doing an afternoon tribute to the color pink today (well, and every day for that matter) when I came across these amazing pictures of Betsey Johnson's pink apartment. Betsey Johnson is a fashion designer, so she must have some design sense, right? :) Oh, and if I were in the army (I think that's what this picture is going for), I'd totally be rocking this look (on a pink tank!!).

My Facebook Love is Deep and True

In case you were wondering, since I haven't professed my undying love for Facebook lately, yes, I'm still obsessed. When will this ever end? So, I found this guy I used to date in high school the other day and I could not figure out if he was the one I was looking for. It took me days of evaluating the pictures and then I finally just sent him a message and asked him if he was the same person. So subtle. See our original picture from a high school dance on the left (lovely, I know). Then, the middle pic was on his profile. Doesn't look anything like him, right? Then, we have the last picture (on the right), which does look like him. Granted, it's been 20 years, so why should I recognize someone after so long (and why am I looking for them? That's the bigger question....)

Oh, Facebook, why do you torture me so???

I Might Need Facebook Rehab

Still Facebook obsessed. Not sure how to snap out of it. Do you think there's a rehab group I could join? Perhaps that'll help?

Hello Sugar Loves Me Back

Happy day! Happy day! It's my best day!!! :) I just ran over to Bath and Body Works at lunch to see if *by chance* they had any Hello, Sugar! lotion left (it was a clearance sale, after all) and they had (drum roll please) not one, not two, but TEN BOTTLES of lotion at (this is the best part) HALF PRICE!!! :) Could I BE any more excited?!?!!? Of course I had to buy them all AND the super cool lip gloss. Look at my face. Pure happiness and joy. It's my best day! :)

Hello, Sugar!

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I tend to get a *wee* bit obsessed with things I love (as evidenced by my very public adoration of the color pink, flamingos, Hello Kitty, and Ricky Schroder, just to name a few). That being said, I'm happy to introduce my latest obsession - Hello, Sugar! shimmer lotion. Behold, it's loveliness:
Bath and Body Works must be some sort of evil. How do they manage to come up with scents that cause me to lose my mind? Several years ago, I fell in love with Vanilla Bean Noel, a Christmas scent that they threatened not to bring back every season (but they did, those bastards). You see, when they threaten things like that, I go into full-fledged panic mode and must buy up every last bottle of lotion - which I justify by saying it's planning for the future (ironically, while I'm fully stocked up on lotion, my food storage is non-existent). This is no different, as it's a "limited edition" scent that they've ALREADY pulled from all the stores in Salt Lake City (trust me, I went to every freaking mall in the valley on a mad search for more). My sister, bless her heart, went and found it in Arizona (since they're not jerks in Arizona and still have it in stores), and then had each of the kids give me a bottle for my birthday. Sadly, one of those bottles was CONFISCATED at the airport (don't even get me started on that story, because I may start screaming profanities again...not that I'd EVER scream profanities or anything...but I mentioned this scent makes me lose my mind, correct?). Still, I have 16 bottles of Hello, Sugar! shimmer lotion in my bathroom as we speak. Obsess much? (It's going away! I have to stock up). Hopefully it won't lose its scent (a luxurious combination of lemon and vanilla mixed in with sparkling glitter which never ceases to put a smile on my face - I whole-heartedly believe that glitter can save the world) the way my 500 bottles (slight exaggeration, but not by much) of Vanilla Bean Noel did (again, Bath and Body Works are a bunch of bastards).