Happy Saynt Patrik's Day to all my Oirish frends an famly, an also to all my Merrykan frends, hoo think St Patrik's Day is for evrywun enyway! Yeehar!

Today's scores:

• Gills: Wun 3-0 agenst Cheltenham (full nayme: Chelterscum)
  
• Simpsons: No, but saw American Dad. I like the Alien in this.
• Tesco: No. But we may hav to mayke a late nite dash tonite becos it's Mother's Day tomorro an me an Dilly havent got Mummy enything. Not that I see wy we shud. It's not like there's a Son's or Dorter's or Bear Day.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 /10 got Dilly, altho she then went into a long protest abowt how I dident get her nose, I got her snowt, an wen I sed it surprizisity that cowntid, she wud ownly giv me 2, an insisted it was a small 2. Pah. Reptiles.
  
• Overall Score: 8/10

HULLO BEARS AN NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I thort I wud jus bownce me Oirish beads in heer an wish ye all a merry Saynt Patrick's Day.

I watcht the Rugby erlier, but Ireland lost to England, on accownt ov them bein all cheetin bastards becos we wer all jus so full ov elfin glee on our speshol day, we thort, ah, let them hav wun, we still hav the nicer beer an the eesier to dror flag, so we hav.

Now heer's a few limeriks for ya.

Thare wunce was a dragon calld Dilly
Hooz obsesshun wiv bows just got silly.
I arskt her wun day.
"Don't they get in the way?"
She sed "Shut up wat stinky Bear noe bowt?"

(yeah, duzzent reelly werk, that wun, duzz it, well it did rite up to Dilly's contribewshun.)
I adaptid this wun from wun I red on the web:


A Bear doin a poo arskt a rabbit,
"Duzz poo stik to yer fur, as a habit?"
"Don't think so," sed the hare,
"I think that's kwite rare."
So the Bear wipet his bum wiv the rabbit.

wa-hey!!

I also fownd this wun-

A cheerful old Bear at the zoo
cud always find sumthing to do;
Wen it bored him, yu noe,
to walk to an fro,
He reversd it an walkd fro an to!

Hehehe! Now over to yu!
Do yu noe eny? Can yu rite wun? Hav yu fownd sum?

Hav a grayte weekend!

Holliday dee-brief (heheheee...that sownds like PANTS!) part 2

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Okidokey, it's time fer sum fotoes abowt our trip to Ireland!

Heer we all ar, at London Heathrow airport, all pakt an reddy to go:

Heer is Granny an Grandad-Poppa's howse in County Clare:

This is the view from that window at the far rite. It waz rayning! But in the distance is a lake surrowndid by hills. It's grayte fer woods rownd heer, an therefor very good fer Bears. Me an Grayum sneekt owt fer sevrol jolly good pooes.

I spent sum time investigaytin indors.....

Granny-Ireland an Grandad-Poppa yewst to be fharmasists, bak in the days wen Daddy waz yung. Wen they sold their kemist shop they kept the big bottols that had been in the windo. They ar full ov cullerd warter an Daddy sez that evry now an then, Granny chaynges the cullers rownd. I wontid to sergest that she jus switch the bottols rownd, but thort it best not to:
They hav lots ov fotoes. This wun shows wun ov my littol cuzzins. This is the wun hoo goze by the nayme ov "Owen" an the letters "Eoghan". Enyway, this is him meetin Tiger Woods an arskin him to sine his hat. Wich he did.

They also hav an intrestin lite:

yeeeharrr!!!!!

We went to see Arnty Anna:

Arnty Anna is alot prittyer than this foto sergests. But never mind; it's a good wun ov me.

Lots ov Bears liv in Arnty Anna's howse. But that wun on the far rite, the not-a-bear, that's Arnty Anna's littol gerl, Yolanda. Sheez ok. Sheez nice to Bears. Wun ov the Bears heer haz an eyepatch cos his eye fell owt wen he fell down the stairs. But she ashord me he wassent poosht.

Ther wer also lots ov dragons at Arnty Anna's, an Dilly has got theez fotoes, fer her blog, wich is good, cos then I don't hav to hav silly dragon pikchers on mine.


Littol Kevin likes sea creatchers. Wen he cayme to vizit us a few months ago, he brort his pet Dolfin, "Dolfi". This week he introdewst us to sum ov Dolfi's frends, incloodin Crabby an Lobs the Lobster.


William waz bizzy doin homewerk, cos wen he sed he cuddent do it cos he cuddent find a pensil, I gayve him mine. Heheheee! He cayme bak fer a foto, tho:
Wun day it dident rayne so we went to Limerick, wher the littol funny poems com from. Dilly waz happy cos ther waz a carsol. Heer it is, wiv me, Granny-Ireland an Mummy, standin in front ov it:
On the way bak I spottid Tipperary! Heer it is, jus over there. Yu see? It issent a long way at all. Yu shuddent beleev evrything yu heer in songs, yu kno.
Grayum waz a tad nervuss at the airport comin home, an huggd his foot. It always helps to hug yer foot:
I manidged to distrakt him wiv the help ov sum airport Bears I fownd:
soon we wer reddy to go:

We flew over the lake that Granny an Grandad-Poppa's howse is on:
me an Grayum wayved, but I don't kno if they wer lookin:
then I got on wiv helpin Daddy wiv his suduku. As yu can see, there issent much room heer. They sor me an Grayum, an put Mummy an Daddy in the Small Bear seets by mistayke:
I knew we wer gettin neer the end ov our jerney wen we flew over Windsor Carsol an Dilly startid darnsin up an down the aisle....
As soon as we landid, Grayum waz eeger to get off the playne, an the rest, as they say, is histry. Or to be mor presise, it's on yestaday's post, hehe.
Well my frends, that's it! I'm off to see my other Granny today an I'm goin to see Gillingham play tomorro- DON'T FERGET TO WEAR YOR BLOO PANTS!!!!!



Bye fer now!