EJ and I had a quiet morning browsing Facebook. (JJ was up all night so he slept until afternoon). Often we share with each other interesting or cute things we find while surfing the Internet. EJ shared a picture of a cute little dog that he thought looked like an Ewok, the teddy bear creature from Star Wars. The dog looked much like this one:
Whenever I think of Ewoks, I am reminded of our favorite Playstation game that we all liked to play together when JJ was younger. It was a Star Wars game called Battlefront. We owned both Battlefront I and Battlefront II. In the games, we could travel to various Star Wars planets and participate in battles. Usually we played as the Rebels and fought against either the droids or the clones. One planet we fought at was Endor, the planet where the Ewoks lived. I often liked to hide among the trees and snipe at the enemy, and it totally irritated me when the Ewoks kept following me and shouting “Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi!” I’d say, “Ssssshhhh! You are giving away my position! Get away! Shoo!” but they kept at it. “Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi!” “Stupid teddy bears,” I’d growl. “They are giving me a headache!” So I’d shoot one. JJ would always shout, “Mom! You can’t shoot the Ewoks! They are on OUR side!” “Ha! Watch me!” I’d say as I shot another one. ” Ok, so they were cute…but those little beasties really irritated me with all their yelling. JJ started ordering me not to shoot the Ewoks. “Oops! That time was an accident, JJ! I swear it!” After awhile, he refused to let me go to that planet at all.
I just asked JJ if he remembered me shooting the Ewoks. He gave me “THE LOOK.” LOL. Honestly, I don’t think shooting Ewoks is much worse than what JJ did in another PS2 game in which he drove the wrong way down the NASCAR track and deliberately crashed into other drivers–specifically targeting Jeff Gordon for some reason we never understood. I admit, the NASCAR demolition derby was exciting and we all had fun. Ok, so we are a bit weird.
Danny and I went for our longer walk today. Although it was cool outside, it was almost, but not quite, too warm for a coat. I have a friend who has a dog who is incredibly photogenic. I think he should be a dog model or something. It’s very difficult to take good pictures of my Danny because he usually just appears as a black blob and his personality doesn’t shine through. However, today I was able to take a couple of cute pictures of him.
We suddenly have a lot of tiny little moths flying fluttering around in our house. We haven’t figured out where they are coming from. They are getting annoying. I feel like a cat chasing them down and swatting at them and I think EJ looks like a cat when he goes after them. We sort of look like Simon’s Cat in this video: Cat Chasing Fly.
Little Bear has been such a stinker ever since he escaped from the house a couple of months ago. Whenever we open the front door, he dashes for freedom. If we stop him then he waits until we open the door to come back inside and then he makes his break. I have lost count of all the times I have had to run out after him to bring him back inside. Sometimes I pause to slip on some shoes and sometimes I dash out in my socks which get all wet and dirty. I wonder if he thinks it’s a game? If Little Bear can’t get out, he stands by the door and meows plaintively. Until he started escaping, Little Bear hasn’t been outside since he was a tiny little black fluff who showed up at our door on a cold, snowy Hanukkah evening crying to be let in. We don’t want him to go outside at any time…and especially not this close to Halloween. It’s not safe for black cats.