WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".
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Showing posts with label Bear. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Grayum heer!



HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!


Well, that yung Bob is down in London rite now, so I thort I'd nip in heer wile thare's sum peece an kwyert!

I wassent serprized to see that that yung wippersnapper haddent updaytid his blog, or thankt yu for yor messidges- frankly, yung Bears today don't hav a grayte deel ov manners, not like in my day.

He rang me from a hotel to arsk if I cud get his Mummy to record a program on BBC2 at 8 o' clok. It's all abowt a famly ov blak Bears, yu see. Ownly I hope it's not a sad program, like wen they go shootin them. That jus issent fair. How is a Bear ment to hold a gun? Weev got big paws, yu kno. It was hard enuff lernin to hold the cholk, wen I waz a teetcher.

Teecherin waz harder in my day wen yu had to ware a hat an rite wiv cholk. Cholk is wun bad muther for gettin owt ov yor ferr. An if yu forget it's thare an lik yorself, it taystes like yor likkin the flor. An if yu need to kno how I kno that, yoov never dropt all yor choklit moosse on the flor.

Dorothy did mayke it to London wiv Arnty Anna an her clan, an so they all went to the Syence Mewseum together. Bob sez he got sum fotoes but I think they will be mostly ov Dorothy. Yung luv, eh? Teehee.....

See yu arownd!

Grayum Bear (BSC)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Taykin Dorothy to Granny's

Weekend's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: yes: took Dorothy on her ferst ride on a shoppin trolley. She liket it. Her fayvrit part ov the shop waz ware the biskits ar, wich she calls cookies.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Still hav to teech Dorothy this gayme/10
  • Overall Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

The weekend waz grayte!
It waz very hot an at ferst it waz too hot for us to sit up frunt in the car. So heer we ar, all strappt in in the bak. Henri is in the foto cos he waz goin home to Granny's.On the way to Granny's thare waz a big traffik jam. At ferst Dorothy thort this ment taysty snaks, so I had to explain to her that it ment sittin in traffik watchin the heat-monitor on the dashbord cos Daddy's car overheats if it has to sit a long time an then it goze smokey.

Then Daddy had a grayte idea- "Let's just go up that roade over thare an see whare it goze!" he sed. An we endid up at Brentfords Park. It is 215 acres of grassland an woods. Dorothy waz pleezd to see the woods.
We went runnin rownd an rownd an playd Hide-An-Seek-Der-Bear! Heer Mummy cort us on camra just as we wer runnin past her:We rang Granny to say we wud be layte, an stoppt thare for tea...The park waz on a hill an yu cud see London from it. Heer Dorothy is lookin at the Millenium Dome in London. I hav drorn an arro poyntin to it.

We went for a walk a spottid sum deer. Yu can jus see them in the field behind us heer...Heer they ar!Dorothy arskt if peepol huntid them.
No! No! No! Thare is no huntin, heer!
She waz relleevd. "Not eevn Bears?" she arskt.
No, ESPESHLY not Bears, I told her.Inside the visitor sentor they had a hive full ov beez. It waz all behind glass so yu cud see them! We Bears find beez fassinaytin. Bears like beez cos they mayke our hunny.We wunderd how they get in! Then we spottid this tewb, leedin from owtside to the hive! Yu can see the beez' bellys!They had uther stuff too. Like theez tadpoles. Mummy rekkons theez gro into frogs! She maykes me larff sumtimes!!!Look at the size ov this cone, Stanley! I bet yu'd like to chew that!Dilly waz mostly intrestid in the exampols ov berd nests they had:We herd on the raydio that the traffik jam had cleerd, so we got bak to drivin to Granny's.
To get to Granny's howse we hav to go over 2 bridges.
Heer is Dorothy watchin as we go over the ferst bridge, the Queen Elizabeth 2nd bridge, at Dartford:Heer we ar comin up to the secund bridge, the Sheppey Crossing:Heer we ar goin over the bridge an that land in frunt is the Isle ov Sheppey, whare Granny livs:It waz very hot an Dilly gayve up navvygaytin an startid barskin insted:Wen we got to Granny's Dorothy fownd Miss Fluffy sleepin under a chair cover. She waz a bit confewzd. She sed sheed never seen a hedless cat befor:Thare wer lots ov Bears at Granny's to meet an Dorothy had sum grayte chattin:This is Bean. He's ralaytid to Mr bean's Bear.Granny had sum speshly Bear sized tarts for us. I choze coconut an Dorothy had treacle. YUM!On Sunday Mummy cookt dinner for evrywun. We had chikn casseroll, bayked swede an dumplings. Skrum!I showd Dorothy the hat that Unkol Roy had sent from Mexico. Unkol Roy is werkin thare, as a teecher. He gayve Granny this sooveneer but it's too small for her. It generally fits Bears, tho, an Dorothy tryd it on:Dilly showd Dorothy rownd Granny's garden. She sez she wil put her own fotoes on her blog layter abowt it. Meenwile heer they ar spyin on Mr Scooter from behind the tomato plarnt:Heer they ar waytin for berds to come an eet from the berd feeders in the tree:Wen we got home we rememberd that wun ov Daddy's neffews haz a berfday this week, an we need to send a card.
Mummy arskt me to chooz owt ov lots ov a box ov cards that sheez mayde. I choze this wun:
Dorothy agreed that the cat on the card duzz hav sum exslent pants. I wonder if I cud get her intrestid in a good pant frolik???

Mummy sez we shud try to teech Dorothy abowt the histry ov our town but I rekkon sheel get enuff lessons on her travels an wat she cud reelly do wiv is a good frolik!

I haff to go now cos it haz gon dark an is startin to thunder an so we Bears need to get upstairs to the pant cubberd er... I meen Thunder Shelter. Wich is ware brayve peepol go wen it thunders if they don't like thunder. But eevn tho they don't like it they ar still brayve. If yu wer never scared ov sumthing how wud yu kno yu wer brayve? See? So if yu don't like thunder it duzzent DUZZENT meen yor not brayve. An I am brayve enyway cos I'm a Bear.

Bye fer now!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

A new frend!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes, an I rode in the trolley. Thare is now a Tesco cat. We had seen a blak fluffy wun hangin rownd the car park the uther month an wer a bit worreed that he had no ware to go. But now he haz a collar an on it it sez "This cat duzz belong to sumwun" an then thare iz his fone number. Tho wy yu wud want to ring him wen he is thare in frunt ov yu I don't kno. Enyway. He now sits just inside the door under the hot air fan, an the sekurity guy duzzent mind at all. In fakt he gayve him his own box.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9, dammit, I waz robbd/10
  • Day Score: 7.82369 /10 (It wud hav bin 7.8237 but I cort Daddy tryin to eet a choklit do'h-nut in seekrit wivowt eny intenshun ov sharin it. I did get me sum, but the tayste waz tarnisht sumwat.)

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Pop oer an see my new frend, Perruchin. He livs in Peru. This is him in his Gucci jeens:He has been addin lots ov fotoes ov his Bear frends to his blog. Thare ar sum grayte Bear fotoes over thare. Go an see! He speeks mostly Spanish. I do Spanish. Mummy duzzent. I do, cos I livd in Ecuador wiv Daddy for a cuppol ov yeers. But Perruchin duzz kno English too so yu can leev him a messidge if yu don't kno Spanish. An yu can Babel Fish wat he sed an find owt that way. It's like de-coding stuff. I do that. It's part ov bein a spy.

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Don't ferget to send me fotoes or drorins ov yu an yor fayvrit pants for my Berfday Pant Gallery (see yesterday's post!!!!) hehehee....

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By the way, Koobuss is lookin to hire a new secretary cos his Mum hassent been doin her bloggin sponsibillitys enuff laytely (I kno how he feels on that wun) so hav a look at his post heer an see if yu can help!

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Rite! As it's a T day the Windowsill Bears ar up an abowt so I'm off to play now.

Mummy is doin washin- the ferst lot she haz dun since the man cayme to fix the masheen on Tchewsday. It needid fixin cos thare waz smoke comin owt ov it. We Bears ar hangin arownd the kitchen to see wat happens wen it starts to spin. Hehee..... it mite go BANG!!!!!!

Bye fer now!

Friday, December 05, 2008

Findin sum old frends!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 20: me an Sam both got Daddy together at the sayme time. He sed that allied attks don't cownt but we kno diffrent. /10
  • Day Score:7.595398/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We all went to Norwich the uther day. Dilly wantid to show Chuck a carsol an Norwich haz wun. Daddy waz goin thare to do his Accowntincy Exam so we all taggd along in the car. Off he went to do his sums, an dropt us off in the town. If yu want to see the carsol, Dilly haz nikt thoze pikchers fer her own blog. I fownd sumthing much mor intrestin!!!

Down this cewt littol cobbold street....Can yu see wat it is?????
IT'S THE BEAR ADOPSHUN SENTER!!!!!Jus LOOK at 'em all!!!!!!!!!!!Do yu remember, in September, the Colchester Bear Adopshun senter closed down? Well all those Bears cayme heer, to their Hed Offiss.
I went in an got re-akwayntid wiv sum ov them an mayde sum new frends too. The laydy rememberd me an arkst wat I'd been up too. She sed I waz a norty devil an got evrywhare. HAHAHAHAHAHA! I bort Mummy a Cristmoss Present in heer. I've shown Daddy wat it is but Mummy hassent eny idea. She knows that if she trys tickol torcher on me I'll jus wee, so she is wotchin me now an tryin to think ov uther ways to get me to tell.

HA! Won't be eezy, Mummy, I'm a Bear, an I mite look small an cewt but on the inside I do ferroshus.

AN I'm trayned in karrarty.

We went into wun ov the Shoppin Centres an look! Look! Santa's Grotto waz thare! WOW!!!! From upstares I cud see he had a SNowy Bear frend. He waz in the windo an he wayved at me :@}
In the eevnin we went to a pub that had a big log fire an we warmd our toze:I shared sum ale wiv Daddy...Mummy drank fizzy warter, an Dilly thort the lime waz sum sort ov green bug. She tryd to bite it but the sparkols went up her noze!They had sum Sweet Potayto Soop an then sum yummy bannoffee pie an Ice Creem:
Norwich is kwite intrestin an we want to go bak agen an explor mor. The ownly bad thing abowt the playce is the scummy football team. They play in brite yello an they call themselfs The Canarys. Baysikly this meens that thare home grownd is like a berd cayge- full ov poo HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bye fer now!