Homer

wornoutkeyboard said:
It was a running joke from shereads from my first post about getting Homer. (Making fun of people who breed dogs and pierce their baby's ears because they are bald to show that they are female).

Don't play coy, you tail-chopping minx. The only reason you're not cropping Homer's tail is that you don't know his pedigree and you know you'll never get this animal into the show ring.

Honestly, it's for the best. See the movie, "Best In Show," if you doubt it. The stress on the squirrels is too high a price to pay for a moment of reflected glory.

How is the fuzzy little muffin this morning? I click on his pix every time I pass through here.
 
AWWWWWAY WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Svenskaflicka said:
. . . You're not gonna cut his tail off, are you???

A docked tail does cut down on 'drag' if he tries to fly.

With the full tail he has more stability in the turns.

It all depends upon whether Homer goes out for downhill, or the slalom. :rolleyes:
 
wornoutkeyboard said:
... (Making fun of people who breed dogs and pierce their baby's ears because they are bald to show that they are female).
Worn, In case you're not talking about squirrels or dogs, I'll have you know mi madre pierced my ears when I was two months old, as is the custom dating back centuries. I wore tiny orbs of pure gold then. Into my teens I never took them off at night either. The nuns in high school tried to get me to take them off as no jewelry was allowed so we had to explain the custom to them; my identity (among non-pierced gringas) was displayed on my earlobes.

Just saying,

Perdita
 
perdita said:
Worn, In case you're not talking about squirrels or dogs, I'll have you know mi madre pierced my ears when I was two months old, as is the custom dating back centuries. I wore tiny orbs of pure gold then. Into my teens I never took them off at night either. The nuns in high school tried to get me to take them off as no jewelry was allowed so we had to explain the custom to them; my identity (among non-pierced gringas) was displayed on my earlobes.

Just saying,

Perdita


Well.... custom has nothing to do with those people who just "do it" to show that their bald baby is female. Like a friend of mine whose mother GLUED a bow to her head as a baby to show that she was female.

Is it really that big of a deal if a stranger messes up on a baby's gender...? LOL

I'm sure your pierced ears were very beautiful.

~WOK (Whose easrs were pierced at 5 months old regardless of how much extraneous hair she had)
 
shereads said:
How is the fuzzy little muffin this morning? I click on his pix every time I pass through here.


I loved "Best in Show"....loved all his movies actually (Spinal Tap, Guffman...etc).


He is doing well this morning. The amazing resiliance of life never ceases to amaze me. I just hope he keeps doing as well.

~WOK (Who will be installing Homer's Ailerons next week)
 
Actually, the gender of a baby is very important to strangers. You wouldn't want to go "ooooh-coochie-coochie-coochie-coooooh!!!" to a baby boy - he might turn gay! It's important to know if the kid is a boy, so you can approach him with a more manly "say, that's a big fella!".
 
Flicka, that was good. Both of my sons were such beautiful babies (Mexican & Chinese) everyone presumed they were girls. It always made me smile, but their grandparents wanted me to dress them more like boys (blue, football prints, etc.) They were babies! Their clothes were diapers, one-piece flannel suits, blankets. I deliberately avoided all distinquishably male clothes for them until they could choose their own. And they were always colorfully dressed, Mexican colors and lots of Chinese red.

Perdita
 
Ever since we went public with having twins in spring, we've been littered with clothes and attired from both our families. For some reason everyone assumed that they were two boys, and we have those little double sets of pyamas, overalls, caps... all in manly blue, with cars and airplanes and stuff on them.

Now, as it turned out they were two girls. My folks went all over the place trying to find girly pink clothes with fluffy kittens on and stuff.

Who cares? They young laidies themselves won't give a flying fart until those clothes are too small for them anyway, right?

/Icd - in paternal mode
 
I solemnly swear that I will dress my sons and daughters in neutral white, yellow, green, orange and brown until they are old enough to say the words "I don't want that t-shirt, I want THAT one!"
 
LOL....my son has a wide range of clothing (he is now 2.5 yo) and a lot of it is very "masculine"...but not necessarily because it "had" to be that way. A lot of his clothes are passed down to us by a friend of my mother's. So....we know what they say about beggars and choosers not commingling.

Honestly though....my son's whole nursery was done in Mr. WOK's favorite football team (I had to sew all the stuff myself....urg.... at 7 months pregnant). However...I think that would have been the case boy or girl since Mr. WOK & I are such huge football fans.

Mr. WOK is a very "masculine" man...he is build big and burly and he has that same kind of personality. And while our son wears "masculine" clothing.... he also dresses up in tutus and plays with Barbie dolls and likes to take his dinosaurs on walks in his mini stroller and feed them with baby bottles. And Mr. WOK doesn't bat an eye.

It is all about balance.

I have never obsessed over what my son wears or what he plays with. One minute he wants to play with choo choos and dinosaurs and the next minute he is asking for me to make him identical ballerina dresses to the ones I have sewn my niece for Christmas this year (Yes...I am making them...but they have a dinosaur print because he picked that out rather than Disney Princesses...lol).

Besides...I think there is a lot to celebrate about him being male.

Now Homer, on the other hand.... he can only wear very masculine clothing. There is nothing more insulting than a flub on the sex of a baby squirrel.

~WOK
 
Worn turkey: you always crack me up. Be sure and save pics of the tutu-boy. My older son wanted to be King Babar so I made him a cape like the cute elephant's. He wore it everyday for a year at least; I mean everyday and everywhere. It was heavy red satin with a pale gold capelet that had puffed up black ovals stitched on haphazardly to imitate the ermine tails.

I don't think he's going to be a king anytime soon. For sometime now he's been a socialist-feminist-vegetarian.

Perdita :D

p.s. he just turned 29.
 
Svenskaflicka said:
You wouldn't want to go "ooooh-coochie-coochie-coochie-coooooh!!!" to a baby boy - he might turn gay! It's important to know if the kid is a boy, so you can approach him with a more manly "say, that's a big fella!".

I have it on good authority that homosexuality in males is caused by the father's refusal to allow a female action figure (Batgirl) to be added to the collection, which might have reduced the sexual tension between the Batman and Robin figures.

"Say, that's a big fella!" Indeed.
 
perdita said:
Gee, Cake bloke, you almost make me want to have a cat so I can call it Fir Cone and then wait until I make a Swedish friend in RL so they can think I'm cool. Nah, I hate cats (well not actively hate, just don't want to be around them).

Perdita

Gosh, Perrdita, I knew there was something special about the way I felt about you. Have you seen the book 101 Things to do with a Dead Cat?
 
OldnotDead said:
Gosh, Perrdita, I knew there was something special about the way I felt about you. Have you seen the book 101 Things to do with a Dead Cat?
No, I haven't, but you made me laugh. I simply stay away from cats, or swat them away when needs be. Wouldn't kill one though (I think).

Perrdita (I like the extra 'r') :rose:
 
I loved that commercial on TV where a worried father is desperately trying to get his son to stop playing dress-up with Barbiedolls, and instead play wargames with G.I: Joe's. No success. His brother, ont he other hand, plays with the male dolls, having them tumble around in manly fights.

15 years later, the boy that played with Barbiedolls is shown sleeping in bed with two Barbie-look-alike women...

And in the kitchen, his brother is sitting chatting with his close friends, The Village Family (or whatever their name was)...
 
And in the kitchen, his brother is sitting chatting with his close friends, The Village Family (or whatever their name was)...

The Village People. I wish I could have seen that commercial! Ordinarily I watch few commercials, figuring that they represent a good opportunity to get up and to to the bathroom or something.

I can believe that there are no "regular" cats. My cat Zoey who died last month had a lot of idiosyncracies, and as for our youngest cat, Ziba, she is just a mess. For one thing, she is crazy about bread. You simply can't leave bread out; she drags it off and tries to eat it.

And you read in cat care books that cats don't like iced drinks or carbonated drinks, yet I've had two cats--Zandra and Ziba--around whom you cannot leave your Coca-Cola sitting around. They'll be lapping away at it in a hearbeat.
 
Rather small for lunch, don't you think? Unless you're a cat--then I suppose it would be a tidy meal. I had not realized how rat-like baby squirrels were. I've heard it said that squirrels were simply rats with better press, but I don't agree with that. Rats have much better road sense than squirrels.
 
SlickTony said:
Rats have much better road sense than squirrels.

No. Rats just don't go out on roads looking for nuts or whatever makes those squirrel things wander around trying to get killed. Rats are homely things.

Why am I thinking about this?
 
SlickTony said:
Rather small for lunch, don't you think?

Well, an appetizer, anyway.

Raph, slaughterer of cute furry things.
 
Squirrels make a very nice stew!

*grins and hides*
 
Squirrels make a very nice stew!

They do, and I have done it. The thing that stands out in my memory of preparing the stuff, even more than the taste which I really can't describe very well, was the fact that the squirrels felt strange to prepare. Over the years I have cut up so many chickens that I could probably disjoint one blindfolded with a table knife, but squirrels, being mammals and all, are put together so completely differently that I had some difficulty.
 
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