Star Wars: Return of the Jedi Turns 30!
On May 25th, 1983 Return of the Jedi first hit theaters. It brought us a lot of amazing things but one that stands out for a lot of people would be Ewoks. As instantly recognizable as they are, at no point in ROTJ is the word “Ewok” used or are any of them mentioned by their names. Making it all the more amazing that most of you see the image above instinctively know that’s Wicket the Ewok.
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Well, at least she’s got one leg that doesn’t need some sort of bandage…’cept that’s one of the ones that got injected yesterday so probably doesn’t count for much.
Also hashtag ex-broodie problems: She’s got such a giant incubator barrel that when barely-competent barn staff just looks at her from the front they’re like oh yeah looks like a fat hay belly horse is fine. Except when you step back you can see ribs from 10 feet away, and I’m always surprised when I look at pictures how skinny she looks in the picture vs. in person. Camera definitely does not add 50 pounds.
Unexpected problem: Magic Cushion looks kind of like some sort of delicious molasses cookie dough and I wish I could eat it
Fact: Pearls may increase in size by up to two hands when on stall rest and handgrazing in a giant empty field
Mission Vet: Accomplished. Poor pony had something going on in just about every leg. She was ouchy enough for flexions that we opted out of xrays to save costs on that visit, but I’ll get them next time I have a vet out (hopefully not ‘til fall shots *knocks on all the wood*). Injected both hocks and the right front fetlock. Left front seemed to be mostly footsoreness from compensating for all the other three, but time will tell. Two days of stall rest with handwalking, then time to very lightly bring her back into work and hope with all my heart that she’s sound.
Pic one: Holy shit where are you taking me [yes we closed the window to trailer her, that was just while we were parked]
Pic two: Vet techs: Uh, so she’s not really a lightweight when it comes to sedation, huh? Me: Uh yeah, not so much.
Pic three: After the second hit of dorm+torb [the first was just for scrubbing, homegirl has some ants in her pants]
Pic four: Right front fetlock injected
Pic five: She looks sleepy, but…
Pic six: All manner of restraints to get the 2nd hock done
Pic seven: Heading back to stall to wake up a little more before getting on the trailer, except she doesn’t much look like she’s having any trouble being awake
Pic eight: Definitely coherent enough to try to search for teeny little scraps of hay that remained after they took the haynet out.
Setting up a co-op of sorts with my sole friend at that barn to get her various paints/poultices/wraps on and off, since I live an hour + away and can’t be there 2x a day and even daily is a stretch. Hoping this all does the trick though. She’s worth every penny.
In conclusion: Oh, Pearl.
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace.
“why do i want to hug you all the time?”
“you really are the cutest”
“i just can’t imagine myself ever being mad with you”
“you would have driven me crazy, and i’d have been a blithering idiot.”
“you give me such a rush.”
“i love you too. and i haven’t loved very many women.”
Alien head dumplings at Tokyo Disney Sea. They are mochi filled with ice cream. Each one is a different flavor!
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