I've been in a coma.

A Rockband coma, that is.

Our Christmas vacation has been great so far and still continues. Unfortunately, pictures will have to wait until I get back home and until I can figure out how to put them up here.

So yes, we have Rockband here as a family present and it's slowly killing me. I have not been able to put it down at night. When everyone else decides it's bedtime, I've been staying up until 1:30 am playing it. Why doesn't this game come with a warning label about it being highly addictive?

Ash bought me a GPS system. I guess he was finally tired of me calling him at work asking for directions. My work involves a lot of travel, and I have been known on several occasions to write down the wrong directions, or forget exactly which street I'm supposed to turn on. We're having fun playing around with it and using it for places we already know how to get to until the novelty wears off.

Cameron received cars, cars, and more cars. He is having a great time playing and eating more cookies this week than he's had in his short lifetime.

I finally caved and gave the ok for Ash to buy the last piece of equipment he needs to make a home theatre surround sound system. I really don't understand why we need one. The tv is probably no more than 10 feet away from our couch. Wouldn't turning the volume up do the same thing?

Well, I'll leave it here for now. Cameron is napping and Rockband is calling my name.