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.

So I Guess I'd Better Write Something...

I've opened up this blog page awhile ago on one of those days where clicking through the instructions to set up a blog seemed like a good idea. After all, everyone is doing it, right? And I'm always one to join the crowd. Just give me a few people, a cliff to jump off of, and I'm there.

We're in the final countdown until Christmas vacation (2 days!) and that means I've spent a lot of time in the mall or stores. And in that time, I've discovered that I've officially been "ma'am"ed. I had one guy in Walmart say "Excuse me, ma'am" as he scooted past me, but the worst comes from my trips to the mall. You know those kiosks they set up in the centre of the mall and when you walk by people are always coming up to you trying to sell you junk, so you spend your time looking in the opposite direction trying to appear really interested in something in the store window? Well, I have passed by the straightening iron section quite a lot, and each time I get the "ma'am, would you like to try this?" from the girl there. It's so depressing to think that I'm only 29 and have been relegated to the ma'am section. If I ever had some kind of a sexy edge, it's officially gone now. But that's a big if.

But the thing that confuses me most? I already have a straightening iron that I use each day. If they keep approaching me without fail each time I'm in there, I must be doing something seriously wrong.

Merry Christmas.