Peanut M&Ms are dangerous. I ended up eating the contents of one "Big snack bag" throughout the course of yesterday and the day before. Which is to say, I ate most of them yesterday. And I still have a dispenser filled with milk chocolate M&Ms sitting here, too. This is bad, friends... very bad.

And it's not my fault. My brother had the nerve to get me a very spiffy roadster M&M dispenser for Christmas (pictured at right, click on it to get the bigger version), which, of course, came with M&Ms... and it rolls... vrroooom, vrrrrooooooom!! And then the store had another dispenser AND a holiday tin for half price, both of which contained M&Ms. So, obviously, I was forced into whole thing and it's not my fault.

Important Weather Alert!

In technical meteorological terms, it snowed. We had a few inches here, and about six where my brother lives. It's pretty... wanna see?

The Great Oregon Snowfall of December 29, 2003

We now return you to your regularly scheduled ramble.

In other news, my other brother had the nerve to buy me a DVD player (I have awesome brothers, I must say) which also plays MP3s, so I've been busy making MP3 discs to play in it... first of which was a Melissa Etheridge compilation, which includes a folder of images of her which I can setup to display on the TV while the music is playing.

I've also been watching movies (a novel concept), first of which was Finding Nemo, which I received from my mother (another awesome person). Yes, friends, I received both a cartoon and an M&M toy/dispenser for Christmas. Just because I'm an adult does not mean I have to act like one. Anyway, I absolutely adore Finding Nemo, so I've very happy to add it to my small but growing DVD collection.

In other other news, I am pleased to report all went well at my brother's house on Christmas Eve, dispite us not, technically, having been invited. No fights broke out, all of us were together, and it was good. After all, that's far more important than any gift, or grudge, or whatever.

In other other other news, folks are still finding this blog in interesting ways. Here are some recent keyword searches used:

• Ellen Degeneres men's watches
  
• dead fish jerry springer
  
• celine's dog sex
  
• days of our lives soap booger
  
• anderson cooper self made tan

I don't know what "celine's dog sex" is about, and quite frankly, I don't want to know. I also received an email from someone who apparently thinks I'm Celine Dion, the singer. It was a sweet email, but to the entirely wrong person. I just happen to share a name. So let me just make it clear right here:

I am NOT Celine Dion.

I wouldn't mind having her talent or money, but, alas, I have neither. Such is life.

Now, I'm off to go clean up after our recently departed Christmas tree, which left behind approximately twelve million needles.

I bet Celine Dion could just have someone do it for her.

I mean, heck, she could just buy an entirely new house and leave the needles in her old one, never having to think of them again.

Not that I'm bitter.

Much.