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HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I think I mite be gettin throo to the green fella, and today I am drorin up a list ov rools for him to sine an agree to. Arfter that, I shall keep a close eye on him- and the pants. Mor on that layter. Meenwile, Blue haz given me an award!!!! HURRAY! So I thort I wud nip in heer an share that wiv yu!

Heer it is. It's the Sweet Friends Award. It's a bit pink, but haz a nice cayke on it.
Now I've got to List 10 things that make you happy and try to do one today.
Okeydokes. I'll hav a sit an a scratch an see wat I can come up wiv......

1. Pants. Speshly frolicking of. Yeah, I rekkon I will do this today.
2. Cayke. Speshly carrot cayke. An Barnarnana cayke. Yum!
3. Pokkit treats. Like choklit peanuts. Or fudge. The best thing abowt fudge is that yu can leev it in yor pokkit for weeks. In fakt it jus gets better cos it gets crunchy.
   
4. Riding the trolley at Tesco's an showtin Yeeeeharrrrr!!!! wen we go parst grumpy peepol.
5. Playin wiv my push-push car.
6. Investigayting stuff. Like, spying on the naybers, or settin up my Bob-cam.
7. I like it wen Gillingham gets a goal at football, cos then we all cheer an do a darnse, an-
8. I'm an ace darnser an like to get down an strut my funky stuff. Darnsin maykes me happy cos yu carnt be sad an darnse. Unless yor old, like Daddy. Most daddys ar sad darnsers.
   
9. Sharin tea wiv Daddy. He duzzent tayke shoogar eny mor, but he puts it in on wun side an I drink from that side an he drinks from the uther.
10. Maykin snowbears.

OK that's it. Now I'm ment to parss the award on to 10 peepol hoo mayke me smile. Well, evrywun hoo reeds my blog maykes me smile. I smile at the thort ov yu taykin time owt to catch up wiv wat I'm up to. See I'm smilin rite now. So I am parssin the award on to all ov yu. Pleez tayke it an put it on yor blog. Eevn if yu havent got time to do the list of 10 things, tayke a pic ov the award from me enyway. Ah go on. It's a pikcher ov a cayke, arfter all, an that will mayke yu smile wenever yu look at it :@}

Boogie!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!!!!!!!

At larst! I am now abol to bring yu the video ov me an Dorothy darnsin.

We went to the park at the carsol heer to feed the skwirrols. We had no idea thare wud be a brass band playin! (Yu carnt see the bandstand very well in the vid, but it's the rownd blak thing neer the wite van!) Well, a Bear can never resist a good beet, so we had to hav a boogie!





Then I showd Dorothy our carsol. Yewzly I tayke pikchers ov it from the uther side, so yu can see the way in. But Dorothy preferd this view ov it, rownd the bak. Thare wer mor trees thare, an she sed it wud be better for findin skwirrols.Then we went off to sertch for skwirrols...

It haz bin HOTHOT HOT heer- 90 degrees F in London, an neerly that heer, too, as weer ownly 55 miles from London. So the skwirrols stayd in the trees till layte arfternoon, wen it waz cooler.

Look! Thare's wun! Thare!
See it?Closer....
Heer's Mummy helpin Dorothy feed wun:
Nnyomyomyom...

Heer's part ov the original town wall. The Romans bilt it:
Heer's me an Dorothy scaylin the town wall an pertendin to be members ov the Iceni tribe, attakin the town an drivin owt the Romans an burnin all theyer stuff (they did, yu kno):
We hav finerly arraynged Dorothy's next trip. Sheez goin to go an stay wiv my Arnty Fiona in Scotland, not far from Edinburgh. Wile sheez thare, they ar all goin on holiday to Cornwall. It will be a very long drive so Dorothy will get to see lots ov playces on the way!

But befor then, I hav to sho yu her pic's from wen Daddy took her into werk wiv him. Ha! Next time!

Bye for now!

Oh my! A kindred spirit-bear!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but they've bort lots ov new players, incloodin a new goalie, wich is always good news
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 /10
• Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

WOW-WEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fownd another Bear on YouTube hooz mayde a darnse video! He's cald A.B. Bear an livs in Scotland. I emayled his Dad an he sed that A.B. wood luv to be feecherd on my blog, so heer he is! I hope yu enjoy this!

WOW! He is alot like me issent he? I can darnse like that (tho I'm not too keen on that doin-the-splits moov). I wish I cud meet him! WOW! He is coool!

Weekend Report

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes, littol wun
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy /10
• Overall Score:dident wear overalls /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

It waz a very full weekend. I waz goin to say BIZZY, but it wasent, not always, not bizzy, but lots happend, so it was FULL. Kno wat I meen?

On Saterday we went to a big Craft Fair in a town called Clare, wich I thort waz jus a gerl's nayme. Bein in Suffolk, it was very pink. So the nayme sutid it. This waz the mayne bilding:

see wat I mean? I thort, this is goin to be too pink fer Bears... but in among lots ov stalls sellin stuff I fownd a cuppol ov Bear Adopshun corners. This lot wer reelly frendly, an Mum tuk this foto ov us all havin grayte chattin:
theez wer owtsyde: (See the littol Bear-size chairs? Daddy bort me wun! )

Then I met sum orspishus Bears:

Wylst I trakt down all the Bears in the visinity, Dilly lookt owt fer Dragons (I think she fownd a cuppol, I'll hav to chek on her blog layter) an my parronts ate lots ov sampols from stalls sellin jam, pikkol, musterd an saurces, all on crakers, wich sayved munny on lunch. Then we had a rest in the beer tent. Heer's me ther, in my new rockin chair:

then I herd a song I like, so I shook my bootty fer a littol wile:

So Saterday waz fun!

But then Sunday.... and THUNDER! an an an... my emergensy hug pants got left behind at Granny's larst week!!!!! AND the Windowsill Bear Familee stayed ther too (AN they're taykin libertees- I spoke to Granny on the fone an they're not even on the windowsill. She sez they're on a shelf but as I sed to her, a shelf is not a windowsill, not even if a windowsill is a shelf.)

AND THEN they sed on the news that lots of TESCOs had to close becos ther waz a bomb scare or sumthin. An Dilly cheerd wen they sed it. An they sed on the telly that they don't kno any mor detayles. An she larft. An I want to ring crime-watch an tell them that Dilly cheerd, an an she boos wen we drive parst Tesco lorrys an cheers fer the ASDA wuns (cos they're green) so I HAV got reeson to suspect her and I'm NOT bein silly so THER.

So Sunday got a bit stressful, really..... good job I've got a rockin chair now.

Bye fer now!

200th Post!!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: on hols
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Day Score:7.637/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Yes, laydeez an germs, this is my 200th post! WA-HEYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Thank yu, evrywun, fer poppin by to see me so much. I've mayde sum gud pals by puttin my diary online. I yewst to write it wiv a pensil, but ownly 5 peepol red it then. An that incloods a sertan croco-dragon.

I'm goin to sellybrayte today wiv a new bag of Choklit Peanuts, an a shake of my funky booty. I've been online downloading sum toons. (Lord, I'm so wiv it, sumtimes I can't keep up wiv myself.) Now I hav to deside between an old classic an sumthing new. Wat do yu think?

Hav a ponder an let me know wich yu prefer.

Meenwile, heer ar a few things yu mite like to do if yu get in a Thursday mood. Yu know, the wun that goze, "Oh I'm so pleezd it issent Wendsday eny mor, but oh bum it still issent Friday."

• How abowt payin Scala a visit. She livs in Portugal an has a luvley blog- photo's, jokes, art, video's, sumthing difrent evryday.
• Then nip to YesBut. He takes photo's arownd London an arsks peepol to suggest captions for them. He is also arskin peepol to vote for the best ideas so if yu get a mo, go along an join in.
• Then, an I'm afrayde this wun is ownly fer non-hewmans, ferther to larst Thersday's post, get yor furry butts up on that scanner an email me so I can launch my new Art Gallery next week!!!!

Wa-heyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!! Here's to the next 100!!!!

Bye fer now!

P.S: Ooooo......... Mummy has jus poyntid out that today is the year's longest day heer in the UK. WOW. So today is Even mor orspishus than I thort!

Wa-Heyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

My blog has been included in Authorblog's Weekly Blog Awards now for SIX WEEKS!!!!! Yu can imagine how chuffed I was to see this. An so I thort I shood express sum joy an appreeshyashon. In fact, I expressed them in the form of dance. Here it is.

If yu carn't see it here, try this YouTube link.

Enyway, I'm a very gleeful Bear today.

Bye fer now!

Sundays

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: no. But we did go fer a nice walk in sum woods, so I did a poo.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy avoiding other Bears hoo were keen on April Fool jokes... /10
• Day Score: 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
Let me tell yu sumthing bout our Sunday rooteen. Me an Daddy get up an go to Dance Skool. He calls it "Church". Mummy an Dilly stay in bed cos they're heathens.
Enyway, at Dance Skool, Daddy sits wiv the other peopol hoo wear glasses, in a littol groop. He plays the floot an they play things like gittars an clarinets an stuff. They do this to get out of singing.

There's a bloke up the frunt in a dress, sept Daddy sez it issent a dress, an duzzent like me calling it that. But I say it TIS a dress. It goes over the hed and hangs down an duzzent tuck in enywhere. Ergo, dress. (Like Dilly sez abowt Whales being fish: "Look like fish, swim in sea: FISH!")

Dilly's WHALES-ARE-FISH equation:

look like fish + swim in sea = fish

I sit on wun ov the benches wiv everybody else. Lots of peopol bring their Bears wiv them. There's a thin padded plank in frunt of each of the benches an this is for us Bears to dance along, up an down during the songs.

At wun point, sum old peopol come around wiv swag bags an mug yu fer yor pocket money. I put a shiney penny in, yewsually, or else the old women give yu a Hard Stare. But I don't on the days wen it's ownly Theory, i.e. no songs. I begrudge paying them then, an so I hide under the bench wen they come rownd. (Occaysionally I'll stay there, if I meet another Bear under there, an we do some good chatting. )

Enyway, near the end, everywun goes up to the bloke in the dress for a wafer. I don't go cos I'm ownly small an might get crushed in the rush.

Then we come home, an I go an jump all over Mummy an Dilly, hoo will still be in bed, an Daddy brings us awl tea an biccies.

That's our yewsual rooteen, an yestaday it was the same, sept we were all given bits of reed to wave about. Next week is Eesta so we get extra songs followed by Choklit fer good behaivyour.

Well it issent mind-blowing stuff, I know. Just thort yu'd like to know a bit about wat we do on Sundays, cos let's face it, it can get pritty dull. Even the birds in the garden this morning were yawning, an looking around for a cat to torment jus fer sumthing to do. Mummy dug up bushes on wun side of the garden an plarnted them on the other. An Dilly fell asleep watching repeats of CSI. If yor not careful, yu cud end up chewing yor own fut off!

Bye fer now!

Strutting my funky stuff

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Day Score: 7.99837/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We got sum new speekers fer the computer, including a big WOOFER wun. It's nearly as big as me. This means I no longer haff to leave Mummy in the study alone an go an strut my funky bootle elsewhere; I can play my toons in her room an blog at the same time. Way-heeyyyyy!!!!!

We Bears are good movers, yu know.

Bye fer now!