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BlogApart from a post-closing threat by my primary loan holder,
Alpha is no longer of any concern to me! After waiting 8 months, and dropping $6k I'm finally rid of the Redford money pit that was my home. While not as cunning as the
Senator, who was able to get out scott free, I'd much rather pay up now than later when gangs take over and start enforcing the 2 inch maximum lawn height (wheelles vehicles will still be allowed) A fun fact I learned at the closing is that Michigan still has
dower rights, meaning Lisa had to sign off allowing me to sell my house because she had rights to it despite not even knowing me when I bought it. On the flip side, she can sell her Condo without anything from me. As a result, her beatings have increased.
Having all but given up on Homefront, and being roundly chastised for pushing it, I decided to hide in the new Crysis game while the hate blew over. I can honestly say it's the best looking graphics I've yet seen on the Xbox 360, and so far the plot isn't all that bad. The suit is easier to use and at least on the hardest difficulty you're actually vulnerable, so you have to think about your next move rather than blasting through everything like the first one. Now that I've actually played it I can recommend it to the Homefront haters.

Jennys
birthday celebration began with some adequate mexican food served extremely slow, giving us ample time to stock up on alcohol while we waited for the check. Returning to her house, we proceeded to get blasted and of course, even a stupid bubble wheel toy became hilarious. We then retired to Mels house for the intention of sleeping, but wound up performing
shenanigans till 5 a.m. instead.
Today I started
Homefront and was satisfied with the single player. While really just a hodgepodge of other FPS tasks and events, the story was good enough to make up for the crappy animations and clunky plot trigger points. Having forced Enorym and the Senator to also get the game we quickly learned attempting to get more than 2 people in the same game on multiplayer was impossible, and there was very little to differentiate it from Call of Duty. I take full responsibility for leading everyone into this less than fulfilling game, as the hype was much higher than the end result.

With my current printer randomly deciding not to incorporate the color yellow in photos, it was time for an upgrade. With the upgrade, came the world of wireless printing and
ePrint, which lets you email a document to your printer. Blown away by these advances, the
Senator brushed off my excitement as old hat, having enjoyed such luxuries for some time. Frustrated at being one-upped yet again, I emailed my printer a photo of my middle finger.

After signing up for
rewards.xbox.com I received an
interesting email detailing how much of my life is wasted on my Xbox. I was shocked to see it calculated to the minute, then I was shocked at being shocked. After all, Xbox tracks my every move, it only makes sense they'd know exactly what I'm doing at any given time, but the actual metrics surprised me. At least now I'll know exactly how much of my life it consumes.
After reading all about how the avatar project was an
overpriced waste of time on the Major Nelson blog, I noticed his gamertag had an "Xbox Dashboard" game icon. I can even
compare my gamerscore with him on it (but strangely enough I can't view the actual title). I remember once reading an article that I can't find speculating MS was thinking about making achievements like "watched 100 DVDs" and other non-gaming activities. Is this a sign of the spring update including these? Will I be forced to swap 100 DVD movies to get my cheevo fix now? I can only hope for an "Old School" cheevo that requires playing an HD DVD movie. Otherwise I have no justification for continuing to hold on to the outdated format drive.

Autorama held an unexpected surprise for me this year, an imported 2009 Focus RS.
After strolling through the show, then stopping by to say hello to a friend who had his car entered,
a glint of spearmint green caught my eye. Curious what car had such a fugly color, I made my way towards it
and there, hidden away in the corner of the show was my unobtainable (in the US) dream car.
The people running the booth must have thought I was joking when I started telling them all the nasty
things I wanted to do to the car, as they laughed and let me have my way with it. I had full run of the
car save the engine compartment which I was told Ford would not allow to be opened despite my $100 bill waving in
their face. After caressing every inch of accessable space, I waited for a promised "Ford man" to show up
after the show ended, but he never did and my dream of a connected battery went unfulfilled.

With the (unwilling) liberation of Lila from her mother, our life-long torture begins with playing hot potato.
The
Senator and
Candy
were first up, followed quickly by
Lauren and
Robbie.
Erin and the
Morlock brought food, starting a trend that continued with
James and
Cailen while
John just ate food (Lila tried to nurse it back from him).
Finally
Myrn and
Keith both had a chance
to retroactively hold her. I anticipate a healthy immune system in her future.

It began with Lisa giving me a look of fear, to which I made a snide remark and was informed it was time to get ready for our movie, and that her water may have broken. Having successfully confused me with her order of operations, we drove to see “Gnomeo and Juliet” and got about halfway through before I was informed it was time to go to the hospital. Still in logic overload, I began processing the fact I may soon be a father. Random thoughts started pouring out of my mouth to which Lisa just laughed and calmly told me I was losing my mind. Upon arrival, we were greeted with skepticism being 4 weeks early, so a sample was taken and analyzed at which point I was told we were going home parents. I could hardly keep up with the acronyms and terminology that began flowing out of Lisa and the entire labor and delivery unit who swarmed her room like protective worker bees around their hive. I wisely stood back and did as I was told, helping her walk and rubbing her back as she used various methods to help stimulate contractions naturally. After almost 22 hours of little progress, she finally agreed to oxytocin and immediately started feeling a difference. Fighting the first few urges, she remembered to relax and found them much easier. I tried to look relevant by brushing her hair and telling her to breathe, which worked well until active labor started and I was told to shut up. I then resigned myself to providing water and a cold compress when requested as her co-workers shifted into high gear and talked her through the delivery. Once the baby was poking its head out, it took almost 15 contractions (30 mins) for the final push completely draining Lisa of all energy. Seeing an opportunity to be useful, I followed my new daughter to the warmer where she was toweled off and put under a heating lamp while Lisa was being repaired. The moment she grabbed my finger with her tiny hand I was in love, and refused to leave her side as they moved her into the special care section to get all of the fluid out of her on account of the pre-term condition she was in. With a tight grip on my finger, I watched her fight out the fluid and begin breathing regularly, and smile (probably from gas). Finally my father arrived and only after he swore on his life to never leave her side did I check up on Lisa and discover her taking a well-deserved nap. A stream of visitors including both sets of parents then descended upon the new baby to make her regret ever leaving the safety of Lisa.
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