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Greener Grass

Its important in life to reach out,
to strive for greater achievements,
to go for that greener grass that is on the other side of the fence.

But one must also be careful
Sometimes you can reach too far !


But when you find yourself over-extended and
you're stuck in a situation
that you can't get out of, there is one thing
you should always remember.......
Your government......


Is there to help you!!!!

Guitar Hero

Alex and Andy got Guitar Hero World Tour for the wii for Christmas with a second guitar. Given all the running around yesterday, they didn't get it out and start playing it until this evening. They were playing head-to-head and asked us to go downstairs and try it. SC went down while I was watching the Penguin game and came back up after awhile going on about how great it was. So when the Penguin game was over around 9:30 or so I headed down in the basement to check it out. After one or two songs to get used to the controls, I have to say I was pretty much mopping the floor with all of them. This of course got SC's competitive juices flowing so she sent Alex and Andy to bed so we didn't have keep letting them have a turn and we could just go head-to-head. There seemed to be a theory developing that player 2 seemed to almost always win. Of course, Player 2 was generally either Andy or myself. Andy is taking guitar lessons in real life, and I think I must be some sort of Guitar Hero prodigy, so I'm not convinced it has anything to do with wich player you are.

Anyway, we decided to move up the difficulty level once the kids went to bed. Although it was more difficult and required the use of a 4th finger on the left hand that was very disorienting, my domination of SC continued until she suddenly developed a sore wrist/fingers/back and had to go upstairs and go to bed. Wuss. I'm really not sure what time that might have been, but I'm guessing between 10 and 10:30. I then went back to the main menu and switched to career mode where you basically pick a person and start playing gigs and if you don't get yourself booed off the stage, you earn money and move on to harder/better songs, longer concerts, etc. This is somewhat addictive. It is now 2:20AM and I just decided maybe I should go to bed. There's no clock in the basement, so I had no idea what time it was. Every few concerts on the career mode, some real-life guitar player comes out and challenges you to a duel. If you manage to hang with them and don't get booed off stage, then they get added to the list of people you can be. I made it through the duel with the first guy (whose name escapes me at this hour) with no problem. Then I was happily finishing up a concert at the Kentucky state fair whe Ted Nugent rode out on a bison and challenged me. After 4 failures I decided to pack it in for the night. It's obviously due to the lateness of the hour that I couldn't hang with Ted. Luckily, I don't have to go back to work until Jan. 5th so I have plenty of time to do nothing but play between when I wake up later today and then. I think I may have a problem...

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Before trying out his Christmas gift, Plaxico ponders this warning: “You’ll shoot your thigh out.”

LIZARD BIRTHING

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was something wrong with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.


'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious dad, can you help?'

I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom.
One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed.

I immediately knew what to do.

'Honey,' I called, 'come look at thelizard!'

'Oh my! gosh,' my wife diagnosed after a minute. 'She's having babies.

What? my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!'

I was equally outraged.

'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I accused my wife.

'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)

'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).

'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.

'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,'she informed me. (again with the sarcasm, youthink?)

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was goingon. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced.'We're about to witness the miracle of birth.'

'Oh, gross!' they shrieked.

'Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies? my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted. 'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.

'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.

'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly , I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared,
giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

'Should I call 911,' my eldest daughter wanted to know. 'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly.

We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. 'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.

'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him.
(Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)

The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically.

'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured . 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.

'Oh, perfectly,' the Vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labour.
In fact, that isn't EVER EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed,
glancing at my wife. 'Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron.'

We were silent, absorbing this.

'So Ernie's just...just... excited,' my wife offered.

'Exactly,' the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. Laughing 'It's just that I'm picturing youpulling on its... its...teeny little...' she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad,' he told me.

'Oh, you have NO idea,'

Closed mouth, my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

2 - Lizards - $140...
1 - Cage - $50...
Trip to the Vet - $30...
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie.....PRICELESS!

Moral of the story - finish biology class - lizards lay eggs ..

Government Regulation at Work