Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Snow Bears...

It snowed here on Saturday. After Scruffy went home I begged mom and dad to let me go out to play. Dad said he'd take me out. Mom said I had to bundle-up.

I got my coat on, I borrowed the boots from Tigg.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Christmas Day ...

On Christmas morning I came down for breakfast to find that Cocoa was already snooping out out present.

Here is what he found.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Reasons for not blogging...

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas yesterday. I did, thought I'd just share a few photos from Christmas Eve.

Remembear I showed you mom was stitching baby Jesus on Ethan's stocking with her new embroidery machine?

Ethan joined our family just before Christmas last year, so mom made him his stocking this year.

Do you want to see it?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Christmas is coming...

Christmas is coming faster and faster every day. I have been begging mom to help me post, because it has been so long. But she has been sew beary busy. She has been glued to her new sewing machine, practically since she got it. It's supposed to be her Christmas present, but some people can't wait.
She has been hard at work making little Ethan a stocking. She said it it taking so long because she is still learning how to use the computer software for her embroidery. She has been sewing some other gifts too. I don't think any of them are for me yet,

Monday, November 30, 2009

A Bear Day Wish...

I put on my party hat to attend my friend Sir Woodstock's Bear Day party.

The invitation said wear a fancy hat. I hope getting all dressed up in my suit, makes up for my hat not being so fancy.

Woodstock, I wish you many happy returns of the day on your special day! Now, where is the cake? And is it chocolate?

Things around here have become quite a mess. It's the annual transition from fall to Christmas decorations, looks like a bomb went off. Mom said no pictures till she gets things under control.

She is going to be busier than she has been the last couple of weeks. She got a new sewing machine, it embroiders. Sewing machines have taken a quantum leap since she got her last one 20 years ago. So, she is spending a lot of time learning all the bells and whistles of the machine and software. She says that teaching an old bear new tricks may take some time. Her first project is to make the grand nephew Ethan a Christmas stocking. She says when it's done I can show it to you. In the meantime...I'll keep hoping for her to make me some more cool clothes.

Grr-bye for now,


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

This bear is thankful for...

Just like the pilgrims were thankful for the feast they shared with the Indians, as a bear I am thankful for...

I am thankful for honey. Around here, there are so many bears, that mom and dad always use code when speaking of honey. They call it "H", I think they are afraid of a bearpede.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Last flowers, the last tenants...

Saturday the weather was still mild, and I begged mom to let me go outside. She said yes, so I put my hoodie on and went out in the front yard. I looked to see if there were any flowers

still growing after the heavy frost we had the other night. The hearty mums and the alyssum are still hanging in there. Mom says alyssum is supposed to be an annual flower. But ours

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Candy B. Corn's search for candy corn...

We have a couple of new visitors from Bear Tower in Chicago. Brother T brought them out when he came for dinner and to take Scruffy home with him. I heard there are lots of bears that live there I haven't met yet.

Cocoa has been getting to know Buddy Bear. I was just about to join them when I saw this.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Todays Three Bears...

Grr-bye for now,

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Favorite Fall Things...

As I don't celebrate Halloween, I thought I'd share some of my favorite fall things to do.

I went apple picking for the first time this year, it's my new favorite fall activity.

Trips to New Hampshire in the fall for Leaf Peeping.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Scruffy's puppy, new door and old sink...

As you know, my little brother Scruffy has been visiting again. Well, the other day, mom came home with a surprise for him. She knows how much my Brother T wants a dog. He really is so busy and not home enough to care for one right now. She also knew that Scruffy shares the same dream. So, when she had what she's calling "the puppy adoption option" with her Happy Meal*, she knew just what to do. She thought Scruffy should be the one to have him.

Scruffy was so excited. Mom told him he'd have to get permission

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Fall and Apple Picking...

Fall is my favorite time of year! We had an early hard frost on Saturday night it was mid to upper 20's. Brrrrrr! The weatherbears said it was unseasonably cold, it usually doesn't get this cold till Novembear.

Last Sunday was a beautiful crisp fall day. The trees are really just starting to change by us. But after that cold snap they will be changing fast. Mom was wanting to take a ride and see if there was more color on the trees. So dad drove us north to Woodstock to see what we could see. On the way we did see a few trees that were changing.

We ooooooo'd and ahhhhh'd appropriately.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Visiting, Art and New Bear Orientation...

Recently we took a little ride up to my Aunt and Uncle's. We had to deliver a rug. Scruffy and I took the opportunity to visit with the Peoria Girls, Allysa and Winnie. Perhaps, they should now be known as the girls formerly from Peoria.

Allysa introduced Scruffy to her little friend, Odie.

Monday, October 5, 2009

A momma black bear with her paws full...

A friend of moms, who also loves bears, sent us a forwarded email. It's about a momma black bear in New Hampshire, and a photographer named Tom Sears.

His story goes like this:

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Hidden feelings...

Bearthday cakes just keep getting more and more creative don't they?

This cartoon arrived in my email back in August. I was reminded of it when my friend Woodstock recently posted a rather twisted cartoon. I realize, that I already referenced his cartoon previously, thank-you for your indulgence. I'm not sure which is more disturbing. Hummmmm, maybe in this case it's just a matter of forgiveness?

Still busy orientating new bears around here. I'll report more on that front next time.

Grr-bye for now,


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

It's Panda-monia here today!!

New Bear Orientation has started. I decided to start with the pandas. Silly me, I thought their orientation and assimilation would go quickly. As you can see it has erupted into panda-monia!!

Thank goodness, my brother Scruffy is here to help me gain control over the situation. Scruffy came for another visit over the weekend. Brother T has some business trips over the next several weeks and Scruffy decided he wanted to stay with us. I love it when he comes to visit,

Monday, September 28, 2009

Bear Migration Update and upsetting things

Well I must get started with the enormous task at paw. New Bear Orientation usually isn't such a daunting task. I have never had so many new bears at once. Where to start, where to start.

Mom has told me I have to get started this week. I think she wants me to help her decide where all these newcomers will live. She says they need to find somewhere else to be besides her sewing room. They are blocking her from extending the leaf of her cutting table.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Great Bear Migration...

What has taken place here this past weekend has a portion of Emma Lazarus poem The New Colossus, going through my head. The poem is engraved on a tablet that is in the base of the Statue of Libearty. That portion reads:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Last week my brother Cocoa and that spy want-a-be, Tigg went on a road trip with Dad.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Because words and their meanings matter to bears...

Sometimes you buy something that needs assembly. You look for the instructions and start reading only to find the person who wrote or interpreted them did not understand English. Well my mom says if you're my dad, you don't read them, unless all else fails. Look what I found on a blog called 'Fail Blog' - A blog that specializes in posting photos of things that fail to communicate.

While the words on this sign at first glance made this bear question some of the word choices and sign placement. I must admit, I considered the irony. Then I visited the sponsor Free the Bears site and learned more.
fail owned pwnedsee more Fail Blog
Blogger cropped photo - click photo to see full image.

The only failure we have here is as my grandpaw says; "What we have here is a failure to communicate."

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Our garden helpers...not!

This morning I heard mom getting mad at the squirrels. I think she used a word she usually doesn't use. It must not be appropriate for bears, because afterwords, I heard her say excuse my French. She doesn't speak French, and only knows a little Spanish and German. Anyways she had looked out at the salad table to see how the fall crop was coming. She recently replanted the spinach and mesclun lettuces and now the squirrels have been digging in there uprooting the little seedlings.

So I slipped outside with her. While she was busy fixing the mess the critters made I thought I'd check on my carrots and bachelor buttons. You remember, the ones I planted in mom's window box planter along side her petunias and marigolds. What's this?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Bear Tower Bearchelor Pad...part III

When I left you last Braxton, Skipper and I were about to get on with the matters at paw. This is part three of my visit to "Bear Tower" in the city.

Tah Dah!! Finally and at last the things at paw can be revealed! Excited aren't you?

We held the first capeing ceremony of the Chicago chapter of the Reddy Teddys. Reddy Teddy Barnes helped mom and Scruffy in design and fitting of our Official Uniform. He had unofficially received his superhero cape before the ceremony after a final fitting

Monday, September 7, 2009

Bear Tower Bearchelor Pad... part II

Braxton's dad came down to my Brother T and Scruffy's bearchelor pad after we had eaten our pizza dinner. He was there in time for dessert and visiting. Mom had made a batch of homemade Vanilla Ice Cream and brought it along with chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Brother T had bought these lovely big peaches from the farmers market.
(The only photo of the peaches was in a photo shot from the balcony, through the screen door.) He peeled and cut them up and served them over the ice cream. My mouth is watering just remembering how good it was. Apologies again on the photo, Brother T not only cut up the peaches, but requested that I cut up the photo as well, for his own bearsonal reasons. Hee hee, I left his legs in.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Bear Tower bearchelor pad...

Recently I had to take Scruffy back to Brother T's place at "Bear Tower" in Chicago. Braxton, Scruffy's upstairs neighbor, in an email to Scruffy started calling the building they live in "Bear Tower". The building has 34 floors, 300 units. Hmmm, I wonder if a bear census were taken, what the bear to people ratio for that building is? I digress.
It was a beautiful day to see the Chicago skyline on the drive down. Here are some of the sights on the drive into the city.

We saw the well known round Marina Towers. They have several floors

Thursday, August 27, 2009

An Award, Oh my...

I recently received my beary, I'm so excited, first blog award from Mack and Sally Ann. I most graciously thank them. I can hardly bearlieve it I have only been blogging since April, an award, really? Are you sure? Must have been that ice cream recipe, you can buy anything with ice cream ... just kidding. It really is a lovely award!The translation of the award:
Your Blog is Like a Pearl - Rare, delicate and charming!
The rules to accept this award. You must post the link of who sent the award to you. (did that) Then pass the award on to 6 blogs with Pearl and Emotion. This will be difficult not the passing on but the choosing as there are so many wonderful blogs out there.
I hereby award the following blogs:
1. Orso Bear, Esq.
2. Sir Woodstock's World
3. Bumpkin Bears - Catherine - I just love the way she writes; loved her sharing Beatrix Potter's Hilltop House absolutely charming!
4. Doors & Windows - She writes with honesty and transparency - both rare and charming.
5. My Milk Toof - I find this a rare and charming blog

6. My number 6 awardee is yet to be determined. When I have made the decision I will pass their name on to you all.

Roman Shade Update
If you recall a while back I told you mom was making a roman shade for our family room window. She finished the shade back then, but this past week she finally made the valance and I supervised the installation.
Dad had finished installing the mounting board for the valance. Mom made the valance in three pieces so with the shade raised the valance won't hang funny. Two of the piece Velcro to the board and wrap the corners. The main piece of the valance mounts to Velcro on top of the board. Note that I have different clothes on in this next photo. Mom made me get ready for our trip into Chicago. Sorry about the brightness coming from the window. More about the Chicago in the future. Anyways this is the completed shade and valance. You can learn how to make your own roman shade here. Terrell writes wonderful complete instructions, and sells any of the hardware supplies you may need to make your shade successfully. I think mom did a great job, considering the shade is 61.25" wide. She was very pleased with Terrell's instructions. She might just have to make some more shades, perhaps for the bedroom.

I have to get off here now because mom needs to get busy with her sewing. At some point in the future I will share more about her sewing projects.

Grr-bye for now,

Monday, August 24, 2009

I don't usually play games...

My friend Woodstock tagged me in a game of tag. I don't usually play games like this, but I will try. I can't promise that I will have an answer for every question, but we'll see how it goes.

1. Who is the Hottest Movie Star?
Lucky for me I know two hot stars bearsonally but Woodstock already said Bob T. Bear (esq.). So I'm going to say Jed Bramwell he is a great actor bear. He's in the middle of making a new movie right now. Jed has some other movies on YouTube here.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Good things come from the freezer...recipes

Mom has been telling me that making ice cream is not just for the summertime. When she was a little girl, my grandpa used to go out in the wintertime and knock down the icicles from the gutters and downspouts. Some winters he'd knock enough icicles down to make ice cream without having to use any ice from the freezer or store. My grandma would mix the ice cream mixture, pour it into the shiny metal canister, set the wood paddled dasher in place and put the lid on. Grandpa would take it to the basement, set it in the green wooden White Mountain hand crank ice cream freezer. Packed broken icicles and rock salt around the canister. Then he'd begin to crank. He actually would let her brothers turn it to start out, then as it got harder to turn or the boys got pooped. He'd take over and finish turning it. When it was turned he'd carry the canister upstairs; open it up and lift the dasher, gently cleaning off the ice cream as he pulled it out, but always leaving some for the tasters. Mom and her brothers were always poised and waiting with a spoon in hand to attack the dasher. They had to hurry

Monday, August 17, 2009

Sleep walkers and air shows...

It was Sunday late afternoon, and I was about to settle down for a nap, when an unseasonal visitor walked into the room.
This is Snowbeary, he was sleep walking. He is one of the Christmas bears in our hug. He was hibearnating in the deep recesses of the linen closet.

It seems my dad was in there getting a light bulb. He obviously made too much noise and then left the door open. Snowbeary doesn't wake-up till the first snow flys.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Problems with flys and flies...

Hi everyone, Scruffy here. Yes, I'm still visiting my brother Buttons and the bears of the burbs. That's what I call them, now that I've become a city bear. Since I'm here, and I don't know for sure how long. I thought I'd take advantage of the opportunity and post something on Buttons blog.

When I was to move to Chicago, I tried to switch identities and places with another bear named Lucky. In the switcheroo caper I traded clothes with him. This sort of backfired on me, because he wouldn't give me back my clothes. So I asked mom if she'd make me a new pair of jeans. This time blue jeans, and she also made me a pair of boxers.

New boxers - this photo is for you Bob!

My designer jeans - designed by mom.
I was modeling them, dad notice something was wrong

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Bears, sailors and stow-aways...

Scruffy has been visiting us while Brother T is on a business trip to California. You might say that Scruff has been on a business trip of his own. He's been conducting a little business of his own with mom. But more on that in a future post.

Scruffy and I spent some time visiting with the Tricia Jean and Jeremy Sailor; another bear that lives at Lake Cedar Chest. During our visit I asked Tricia if she would share with you the story of why she wears a sailor dress. She graciously agreed. I had to apologize because I was unable to bring along her favorite treat of donut holes. She was a little disappointed but agreed to tell her story of why she wears a sailor dress. She said that she and Jeremy had been planning to sit and swap tales of the sea today anyway, as they frequently do.

Tricia Jean:
Well when I was a young bear, living in San Diego California, our people dad was serving in the US Navy. He was stationed on a submarine. He and mom had been married for a couple of months when he had to go out for a short cruise. He was to be gone for a week, so mom decided to fly up to San Francisco to her see her grandparents while dad was gone.

The night before they were to leave mom was packing her suitcase and dad his duffel bag. Being a young and curious bear, I wanted to go with dad to see what the navy was all about. I snuk into his duffel bag.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Hug History...or his story

If you recall when I recently spoke with Tricia Jean Bear, she eluded that her family was not really the beginning of the hug. So I decided to pursue the tip she gave me and speak with her Uncle John Thomas Bear. He told me he'd be happy to share his story. So John Thomas and his boys joined me for a some fresh air, snacks and his story.
Michael Morgan (MM), Baby John (BJ), and John Thomas joined me for a snack & his story outdoors.

John Thomas:
Well, way back in the seventh decade of the last century, I came to live in Illinois. A good friend of your grandma's, Mrs. Jones and her daughter brought me here. You might say they were my "adoption facilitators".

They were on a vacation in Florida. Mrs. Jones decided

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Skunks and Forgotten Bearthdays...

What do skunks and my forgotten bearthday have in common? They both stink!

Since I joined the bloggasphere several of the bears I've met have talked about or celebrated their bearthday/adoption day. I asked mom to help me research mine. Mom always told me when I'd ask that it was in August. Because they adopted me while they were on a bear-cation in New Hampshire. She remembered that they took those trips in August just before Brother T would go back to school. I always accepted that, but this year I had to know for sure.

Yesterday, when I read my friend Sir Woodstock's posting, I saw those cute little bear cakes. I pressed mom again to open my adoption papers. For you people reading this, that meant she had to go back in the archives of receipts. Fortunately my dad never throws those away and they are organized by year. So last night we looked through July and August receipts over a three year period. Mom said it was kind of like looking for bear in a haystack. I think that's how she worded it.

Ta-Daaaah! We found it, a credit card receipt from Yoken's in Portsmouth, NH. But it was dated July, not August!

Monday, July 20, 2009

What bears will do when left alone...

While I was gone with mom and dad to Chuckles house last Sunday Tigg started exploring. Now Tigg is still rather new to our hug. He's still in that I'll try anything stage of life. This is what we caught Tigg and Cocoa doing when we got home Cocoa was pretending to be a pirate with his light sabor as a sword. He said the light helped Tigg see as he climbed up to the crow's nest. Bet you are wondering what that thing is they're climbing on, right?

Well, over the 4th of July Brother T brought this home and left it in the hallway. He decided he didn't have a place for it his new home. Truth be told he's getting new furniture. It had been in the hallway for a week now waiting for dad to put it up in the attic. You may have notice it there in the photo of us watching fireworks on TV. Tigg had been secretly eying

Friday, July 17, 2009

Met a bee, but no honey...

We were recently at Chuckles house for a BBQ. We had Bro T's car as he had borrowed our truck. We also had the back seat bears Boston and Benzer along for the ride, but they stayed in the car. I took along the Peoria girls to the BBQ as I was allowed one guest, but I didn't think they would mind if both of the girls came. They wanted to see their mom, because they were missing her a bit. Bro T came and brought Scruffy along.

Scruffy told me all about his greeting.
Wow, look at the size of the flowers my cousin
bought his wife. He must love her a lot!

It seems baby Ethan had given Scruffy quite a greeting before we arrived. Four big kisses and some hugs. Upon hearing this, the girls, ever afraid of baby drool, weren't so sure they wanted to sit with in Ethan's reach. So they each chose a tall speaker on which to perch.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Gooseberries, three pickers and a recipe...

We have a gooseberry bush that mom grew from one of those sprouts. You know the ones that come practically dead, in a box, you find in the garden center of your Kmart, Wal-mart, or home improvement store. You buy it, plant it and wonder if it will ever grow, let alone produce anything.

As the deal goes mom and dad grow the berries, grandpa picks them, grandma stems them and we get half. I looked out the window this morning when I heard mom talking to grandma on the phone. So this was the day grandpa would be coming to pick the gooseberries. I thought I'd take a look

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Independence Day at our house...

The 233rd annibearsary on the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Here in America we celebrate the day with parades, picnics and fireworks.

It was a rainy day, so no parade for us. Made it easier for dad to say no, without having to admit he'd be embearassed taking us. Besides, he still had some things on his help mom get ready for our picnic list.

Scruffy and Bro T brought some of his Chicago friends.

Benzer (in back; l to r ) Braxton, Skipper and Scruffy

It was great to see Scruffy again. The first time

Monday, June 29, 2009

Hug history or her story...

I promised I'd have Tricia Jean, one of the founding mem-bears of our hug to tell the story of our hug. I took that opportunity today. So here she is, in her own words, Tricia Jean Bear.

Tricia Jean:
Hi everyone. Thank-you for this opportunity Buttons, to share how this all got started, at least from where I came into the picture. I think my uncle John Thomas Bear really started it all, but that's his story to tell.

Just about 31 years ago in San Diego, California. I was sitting in a bear adoption/relocation center along with my mom and dad. We were homeless. A young handsome sailor and his fiance were looking at us as they passed through the adoption center (gift shop).

I think it was later the same day, its been so long ago, the sailor came back into the adoption center. This time he was alone.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Our day after Father's Day ...

The temperatures around here are hot, hot and hotter. The air is so thick with humidity its hard to breath. Now that its officially summer its time to wear my shorts. Yippee! I get to see my knees peek out everyday, haven't seen them for a long time.
Well Hell-o knees!
Checking on the lettuce - we had some in the salad on Monday night. Yum!

We celebrated Father's Day on Monday with a family dinner. Brother T was supposed to bring Scruffy along, I guess Scruffy over-slept and wasn't ready to leave on time. Brother T had emailed mom after he got to work to say Scruffy didn't make it. Oh well, maybe for the 4th of July.

So when Brother T walked in with two bears we

Monday, June 22, 2009

Thunderstorms, tornado warning sirens and Father's Day...

As you may have read in my things about me, I don't like thunderstorms. We've been having a lot of them lately. On Friday morning we had two, with severe weather warnings. Mom was supposed to go shopping with her friend who lives about 10 miles away. The first storm hit before 9 in the morning. A tornado warning was issued for the towns where my Aunt Cheryl and my cousins families live. Mom called them to make sure they'd heard.

The winds picked up a little by our house. I saw a couple of huge lightening bolts. The vertical kind and very close. Then our tornado warning siren sounded

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A Stow-away Visitor...

Last night my Aunt and Uncle came over to watch a movie. They called on their way down and said they had a stow-away visitor coming along. Hmmm, mysterious...I asked if the visitor had four paws?

They just moved up from Peoria and they have three cats. I know they are looking for new homes for two of them, as they are now living in a condo. I was afraid one was coming here.

My house is a cat-free zone, well except for when one wanders through the backyard or visits my blog. I think mom and some of the other bears here might be allergic or something.

I wondered if not a cat, then who?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ladies Tea and a Spy Bear want-a-be...

Well the day of the big Ladies Tea has arrived. Clara and Winnie were so busy getting everything ready for this afternoon. I didn't get a chance to tell Clara, I'd decided to be of service to the girls as a waiter. So I just showed up about 1:30p.m. all dressed up and ready to work. Clara had just finished decorating the little cakes and setting them on the tray.There were 12 Ladies on the guest list. Including one of the founding bears of our hug Tricia Jean. I know it's not polite to talk about a ladies age, but she has been here for 30 years! I'm really glad Clara invited her to come speak to the ladies. I hoped she'd tell one of her stories from back at the beginning of our hug.

Earlier this morning I'd heard the guys whispering. I think they're up to something, I noticed that Tigg's camouflage outfit was missing from the closet when I was getting dressed. Grr, I hope they don't spoil the day for the girls.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Girls and tea parties...

What is it about girls and fancy tea parties? When my Aunt Cheryl was here recently she brought her two girl bears for a visit. She must think mom does bearby-sitting, because she left them here while she moves. So the girl bears around here are busy planning a big tea party for Saturday.

They even made and printed invitations. I managed to get hold of one. Look here it is, see what it says, there along the side?No Boys! Can you believe it?!!! No boys---hey

Monday, June 1, 2009

Salad that grows in a table...

Hmm...I never heard of growing salad in a table before. I just kept picturing a bowl of salad with legs as my grandma was telling mom what she'd seen on Martha Stewart one day. My mom thought it sounded like a great idea, she went and checked it out here. She thought it would just fit on the patio under the kitchen window. She showed dad and asked him to build her one. Dad wanted to see more detail in the plans, so he went to growit.umd.edu they have step by step instructions there.

Dad had finally gotten started building the table just before the Memorial Day weekend. He was able to finish assembling it on Memorial Day. Mom decided to do some spring cleaning and flower planting on the patio. She was sweeping up the leaves and elm seeds, while dad finished putting the table together. Me and Cocoa checked it out while dad went looking for some wheels. Cocoa assured me that no bunnies would be getting our salad. Bunny rabbits can jump,

Friday, May 29, 2009

Spelling Bees and honey...

Last night mom suggested that we watch the National Spelling Bee Final. I thought perhaps since it was a bee, bees were somehow involved. Usually when bees are around there might also be honey. So since bears like honey, me and the guys settled in to watch.

Turns out it was just kids spelling words, no bees, and no honey! I guess bees can't spell. Just a lot of strange words that we'd never heard before. I think those kids learned a bunch of words they will never hear or use again. They will of course always remembear

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I used to be fluffy...

Today I was thinking about seeing my cousin Bunkey. He's about my same age, and he was adopted from the same shelf at the Yoken's Adoption Center, Postsmouth NH, not long after I was. He was adopted by my grandma, so technically I guess that makes him my uncle and not my cousin! But, since he was my cousin on the shelf, my cousin he remains.

Anyway, it was great to see him, but it got me to thinking about appearances. When I posed for this photo between Bunkey & Reggie I saw just how worn I've become. Sometimes I think we worry too much about how we look.
So I wrote this little ditty about why I look the way I do.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Bearthday's, Disappearing Sandwiches and New Friends...

All the company's heading home today. We had a beary busy weekend with family. Celebrating my people cousin's boy Ethan's 1st bearthday yesterday. If you remembear, he is the one I play peek-a-bear with.(see May 13th post) Bob if you are reading this, I taught him and his mom how to play Bear-not-a-Bear too. His mom says that she plays it with him every day.

We gave Ethan his beary own bear

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Switcheroo continued...

In case you didn't read yesterday's post, you'll want to go back and read it. Scruffy & Lucky decided they would try assuming each others identities. Hoping that Bro. T. wouldn't notice until he was well into his move to Chicago. Well early this morning "Scruffy" got situated in the truck. Mom suggested he take along a snack. Meanwhile in the house "Lucky" hid in plain sight and waited to see if he could get away with the switch.Well I found out that my older brother seems to be a chip off mom. It turns out that Bro. T. has inherited mom's naturally suspicious mind. One of the first things he did while waiting for the rest of his moving helpers to arrive

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Switcheroo Caper...

It was a rainy gloomy day today. Me, my cousin Bunkey, Scruffy, my other bear brothers Cocoa and Reggie (he's Canadian; adopted via the eBay Adoption Center) were playing cards and talking. We were trying to come up with a way that Scruffy could stay with us when Bro. T. moves to Chicago on Saturday. He told us he wasn't looking forward to living on the 30th floor of a high rise apartment building. He didn't care what coast it was on. Bro. T. is borrowing mom & dad's pick-up truck for the move. He mentioned that he expected Scruffy to be in the truck ready

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Visitors and Swine Flu...

Well he's here! I never thought I'd see him outside of New Hampshire. When my mom answered the door on Sunday morning there stood my grandparents and Bunkey. They were taking precautions against the Swine Flu outbreak here in Illinois by wearing masks! Unfortunately, mom didn't have the camera at the time and she was too busy laughing to go get it.So really, just how do you know if you have the Swine Flu? That's the question my dad asked when he came upstairs wearing my pig nose. A bunch of regular comedians