M&M's

I don't just eat my M&M's randomly unless there are time restraints. From as far back as I can remember I have sorted out my M&M's (or skittles even) so that I can see how many of each color I have and then I eat them down at the same rate. I don't actually count them out until I have gotten them down to about 3 or 4 of each color. Brown has never been a favorite color so the rules didn't always apply to them, though one is always saved out. One was/is saved out from each color. These cause the most indecision. Do I eat them slowly away from the least to the greatest color depending on which color combinations I want to be left along the way, or do I just eat them all at once to save me the hassle. I'm too lazy to carry this all out to psychotic proportions bit it never hit me until tonight that even this much might be weird. It's just my normal way to eat M&M's. I am thankful though that there are only 6 colors.

I got a car!

This is not my actual car but it looks exactly like it. In all reality this blog is 4 days late. I really got the car last Friday, but most of you that read my blog and/or care that I just bought a car already knew about it. However, I decided that despite the interest, or lack thereof, of my readers I wanted to blog about getting the car so that someday I could look back and actually see when it took place. My memory is notoriously bad and in just a couple months (if not before) I will already be having trouble remembering when this momentous occasion took place. Well, momentous in that this is the first time I have actually paid for a car and had it in my name. Maybe I should be a little more honest and say that this is the first time I have actually borrowed money to buy a car and had to pay the insurance on it. Call me the moocher that I probably am but my totally awesome older brother has supplied me with my previous means of vehicular transportation, and since the insurance agency never noticed that I was added to the policy (or something like that) I have never had to pay insurance. :) Well, poor Rob was billed for the cars that were in his name but like the moocher I am I let him continue to pay it all.
So, before I forget, the new beauty is a '98 Malibu. It is white with about 114,000 miles on it. The interior is pretty good, a little wear and tear but not too bad. The worst part is that it smells like a detailed car. I hate that smell but it isn't as strong as it used to be. Maybe it helped that in the first 2 nights that I had it I drove home from my friends farm smelling like manure. All I can say is "Yea for cows!":)