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Showing posts with label henri. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Puttin up Granny's Crismoss tree

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: No, but we thrasht Stockport 3-1 the uther day- HUZARR!
  • Simpsons: yes, 2 episodes- aint Crissmoss grayte?
  • Tesco: yes, we went reelly layte!
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 got Henry wen he waz pozin in frunt ov a mirror. Innist that Bear is sutch a pozer he dident see me comin eevn wiv a mirror in frunt ov him. Tsk! /10
  • Overall Score: 8.56932- it's gettin Crismossy!!!/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Hurray! Weer at Granny's!!!!

We had to call a car doctor owt an put in a new battery (funny, I never knew cars ran on batterys like that bunny) an we had to drive a long time to avoid snow an aksidents, but we got heer layte Munday.

Soon as we got heer, we helpt put up Granny's Crismoss tree wile Mummy cookt a beef stew, wich waz scrum an mayde me feel awl warm an cozy.

This is Granny's tree, wich I helpt decorayte.
Sum ov the decoraytshuns hav Bears on.
(In fakt, all the best wuns do.
)

This is Granny's "crib" wich haz an awful lot ov dragons in it!!

Heer is our Advent Calendar. Yu get a pikcher behind eech windo, an they ar numberd 1 to 25. Yu open wun a day, startin on 1st December. Yewzly they stop at 24, but this wun haz an extra wun for Crismoss Day!

This is windo number 24, the big bloo wun. I bet that the pikcher will be ov peepol in a staybol. It yewzly is on day 24. Perhaps number 25 will hav Santa?

Thare issent as mutch snow heer but it is still enuff to mayke Miss Fluffy grumpy abowt havin to go owtside for a wee. Mr Scooter issent botherd. But sumtimes Mummy carrys Miss Fluffy down to the end ov the garden to her pee patch. Wen she carrys her she tuks her in under her jakkit to keep her warm an dry. Granny sez Mummy is spoyling her but Mummy jus sez that's wat cats ar for!

Heer Mr Scooter demonstraytes that no box is too small for a cat to fall asleep in.

Arnty Jo an Hazel cayme to see us today but I cuddent find the camera so I carnt show yu the Bear size caykes we had! They wer calld French Fancies apparently an so Henry, my French cuzzin, thort they wer awl for him! I soon showd him!!

Me an Dilly hav reseevd presents from Julie!!!!

Dilly wiv her present from Julie, under the tree.

Heer's mine! Julie yewsd speshol Bear payper! Wa-hey!

I do hope I get mor as well. I don't meen to sownd ungrayteful, Julie, if yor reedin this, but seein yor present for me has reelly got me in a gettin-presents mood now, an an an I just realized a terribol thing-

I FORGOT TO RITE A LETTER TO FARTHER CRISMOSS!!!!

an eevn werse-

I DIDENT RITE AN TELL HIM WARE I'LL BE SO EEVN IF HE DUZZ BRING ME STUFF WILL HE DELIVER IT TO GRANNY'S HOWSE?????

Oh my! Oh my! Now I am reelly worreed. I don't kno wat to do. Do yu think he will be in eny ov the shops still? Or will he be too bizzy an be wrappin stuff up? Maybe I cud go an see him in a shoppin sentor an tell him that I won't be home I'll be at Granny's an sorry I dident rite.

Enyway I AM a good Bear. I AM. I hope I do get stuff. I'd like sum choklit peanuts, an an an sumthing funny like a book on pants- hehe!- an an an oh I don't kno sum uther stuff for cheeky Bears. Maybe if he reeds my blog he will kno wat to bring me an ware to leev it....... do yu think?

I hope I can log on agen this week!!! This mobile internet connekshun issent very relyabol, so if I carnt get bak on heer, hav a grayte time, evrywun!!!! I'll be thinkin ov all my blogger pals :@} I tell Granny awl abowt yu, yu kno!

MERRY CRISMOSS, EVRYWUN!!!!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

WAR!!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: No
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid
  • Overall Score: huh! /10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Big thanks to evrywun hoo haz allreddy nipt over to Dilly's blog to try to foyle her inikwitiss plans to cuver me in catnip. If yu havent allreddy votid AGENST this dragonish skeem, PLEEZ go an vote NO- kwik!!!!!

An meenwile, as tho I dident hav enuff to worry abowt wiv the prospekt ov bein torn furry lim from furry lim, I hav had to sort owt my cuzzin, Henry, as well.

The mor observant amung yu will allreddy hav tayken note that my nose is ov an Irish kaliber. The trainee spys amung yu mite also hav notist that Henry's is French. Well, if yu hav herd enything abowt World Cup Football this week, yu mite be reddy for wat I'm abowt to tell yu: he an I hav fallen owt. An that's the nice, gerly way ov puttin it, wich I, natchrelly, wuddent put at all, but Mummy is helpin me wiv sum ov this typin so I hav to hewmer her.

On Wendzday nite, Ireland waz winnin. We wer! We wer! It waz grayte! But then the French Captin, Thierry Henry, CHEETID an yewzd his HAND on the ball an got a goal an then France won. In fakt he dident jus nok the ball wiv his hand wunce, he did it TWICE! An then arfterwoods he sed, oh well, it's up to the ref to say if it's rong. WHAT???? No it's snot, yu cheet! It's up to yu to play proply!

Snot fair!

My cuzzin is eevn naymed arfter this player an yu wud think that he wud be, oh I don't kno, lyin low, tip-toe-in rownd me, offerin to be my slayve, stuff like that. But oh no! Heez bin rubbin it in!!!

So I had to tayke things in paw...

OOOOOF!!! Tayke that, yu frog eetin cheetin garlik muncher!
AAAAARRGHHH!!!!!
The cheeter got me!

PHWARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Tayke that, yu snail licker!

DOOOFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!
Hand ball THAT! HA!

OWWWWWWWFTFTFTFTFTFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OW!! HE BITE ME! HE BITE ME!
KABOOOOM CH CH CH CH!!!!!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
I waz winnin!
I waz winnin, I tell yer!!!!
I had im just ware I wantid im!
Then Mummy broke us up.
POO.

Now she rekkons we hav to say sorry an shayke pors.

Yeah, rite.

She jus duzzent understand how important football is! Pah! Sheez a gerl!

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!