July 29, 2013

Of Shrubs and Forklifts

My son's newest rant from college is that he has yet to meet a woman who's not getting her MRS degree.

I told him to wait until he got to his major.

He doesn't believe me.

It'll be interesting.

Meanwhile, on the home front, we are evidently getting a hedgehog. Names are up for grabs as I've heard a lot of odd ones bandied about.

Lest I be so stupid as to think my eldest has really moved out and gone to college, he is evidently a catalyst in this via text and something called Facetime.

With Fantasy Football coming up, there is a lot of connection between Ringo and his brothers. This moving out thing has kind of drawn them all closer. But he's not really gone.

T and Bones don't fight so much. They're always outside throwing the frisbee or plotting some strategy for video games.

Ringo is egging them on for getting a hedgehog. Ringo thinks his name should be Peterson. Don't ask me. Marty and Melvin have come up.

As of now... I think they're leaning towards... Shrub.

Shrub the hedgehog. Shrubs. Hedges, get it?

So there is a big energy in the house at the prospect of getting a hedgehog.

Work is crazy and keeping me busy. We may have to hire someone to keep my boss and I from having a stroke. Not together as one... so perhaps strokes, plural is better.

My shoes are squeaking with my orthotics and someone said to me at work, 'So much for your sneaking up on someone and stabbing them...'

Wondering what that says about my personality when that's the query over squeaky shoes...

I threatened to quit the other day and go work at Home Depot. The paint department. I was informed I couldn't work at the Paint department unless I was adept at ignoring people.

Maybe they'd let me drive a forklift.

I could do that as long as I didn't have to parallel park...

Meanwhile, Bones is working on his impersonation of Obama. I'll have to post it. It's funny.

And then there's Shrub... pictures will follow if it happens.

Posted by Boudicca at July 29, 2013 09:00 PM
Comments

A hedgehog must - absolutely MUST be named Spiny Norman.

Of course your boys have probably never seen Monty Python. The Dinsdale skit made me laugh until I cried.

"Dinsdale was a perfectly normal person in every way. Except in as much as he was convinced that he was being watched by a giant hedgehog whom he referred to as Spiny Norman. "

Posted by: Teresa at July 29, 2013 09:31 PM

I was going to suggest "Benson" (as in Benson and Hedges), but I think I like Teresa's suggestion better. :)

My brother had an orphaned hedgehog, which he found while he was in Iraq. He raised it there and turned it loose. If you need tips on hedgehog parenting, I can put you in touch with him.

Posted by: PeggyU at July 30, 2013 11:32 AM

Of course it has to be Spiny Norman.
A quick Google search explains all...

Posted by: V6 at July 30, 2013 12:11 PM

Theresa beat me to spiny Norman, so I'll revert to sonic the hedgehog of video game fame.

Red and I FaceTime every day. It's a great way to stay in touch and see the one you're talking to.

You do know that most forklifts turn from the rear wheels, right?

Posted by: K-nine at July 30, 2013 05:26 PM

please not Sonic!

Hedgehogs are such great pets! I can't wait to see pictures of your new piggy.

Our girl hedgie was Pinelope. Sadly, she crossed the Rainbow Bridge back in March. She was our first hog.
Our albino boy is Zero (named after the ghost dog). Such a sweetie.
Our other boy is Pinot (noir, not grigio, we drink red wine). Super friendly wiggle worm.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 30, 2013 08:11 PM

So Bones is going to a William Shatner impression and change the timing a bit?

Posted by: The Thomas at July 30, 2013 09:02 PM

The best name for a hedgehog would be Ron.
Or Jeremy.
Or, Ron Jeremy.

Posted by: marcus at August 4, 2013 10:23 AM

... wow, I had never thought of having a hedgehog as a pet.... what in the world do you feed a hedgehog?!....

Posted by: Eric at August 5, 2013 10:43 AM

Driving a forklift has it's own hazards. My brother ran a freight forwarding terminal. One of his drivers ran a forklift's tine into a barrel, puncturing it. I happened to be on site. The chemical was a pyridine derivative. Pyridine is a deceptively simple organic compound. It has a distinctive and offensive smell. As in - if I put a 1/4 cup of it on the pitcher's mound of your average enclosed baseball stadium, you'd end up evacuating the stadium. Pour a strong acid on it and you can neutralize it, but that's not knowledge the guy driving the forklift had.

So you gotta watch it. OTOH, my brother had an immediate opening for a forklift driver when he did that.

Posted by: RonF at August 6, 2013 09:39 AM