Kwestchun!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No, but weer playin today so pleez get yor lukky bloo pants on!!!
  
• Simpsons: No, but I've recorded it an I'll watch it layter wen Mummy an Granny hav gon shopping.
• Tesco: Yes!!! I rode in the trolley on top of the kitchen payper.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.26893 /10- I jumpt owt in front ov Daddy's nose but dident giv him a nose hug. However, he THORT I waz goin to an he waz very serprized that I dident. Tharefor, arfter extended negoshiayshuns, I got a 9.26893 by default.
  
• Overall Score: 8.0001/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

My good Bear chums, Jerry an Ben, hav ritten in wiv a poser ov a kwestchun an arskt if I can help:

DeeR Bob:

Ben And Mee hav a kweston four You: what doo you think Bout Yucky Brussal Sproutts that Papa maKs you eet four dinner. Ben And Mee think they Be beary Yucky And stinky And wE think Bears nott hav to eet them. We wate four yor amswur, your pals, Jerry and Ben.

Hmmmm.... this is an intrestin wun! I must poynt owt that as Bears yu shuddent be mayde to eet or do enything yu don't want to do. It's like wen Mummy tells me I shud hav a bath. Well, I'm a Bear so nowun's the boss ov me! So I hope they ar not reelly MAYKING yu eet theez things.

As for sprowts themselvs, if yu cook them by steeming them, an grate sum nutmeg on them wile theyer cooking, this helps them not be bitter an yukky so mutch. Thare is also an entertayning aspekt to this ear-wax ov the vegtabol kingdom, an that's farts.

I speshly consultid my fart reference cards for yu:Ah! I fownd wun that spesifically talks abowt sprowts, an it's calld the SBD: Silent-But-Deadly:
Heer is wat it sez:

A good way to overcome a dislike ov sprowts is to begin to appreeshyate the distinktiv fart odor that they develop into... it starts harmlessly enuff, sidling up to its victims as if to say 'be my frend' befor delivering a repellent, demonic pestilence that'll cleer a room in seconds.

If yu reelly don't like the tayste, hold yor nose wile yor swallowing them. If evrywun else is eeting them too, hold on to that nose layter!!!

HEHEHEHEHE!!!!

I hope I hav helpt yor dilemma a littol bit.

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Now...... GESS HOOZ BERFDAY IT WAS YESTERDAY?????
Winnie T Pooh's!!!!
He waz 85 yeers yung!
I sergest we all go arownd in just a T-shert an nuthing else all day (bloo lukky pants on heds, oviosly) in onner ov this grayte Bear!!!!

TTFN!!!

Investigaytin

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Wow it's bin aiges since I bloggd. I am sorry abowt that. Jus carnt get the staff.

I hav been bizzy investigaytin. It's my berfday on Monday an I hav been investigaytin the possibility ov presents. So far I hav investigaytid the wardrobes, the linen cubberd, the box in the shower room behind the loo, Mummy's pant dror (hehehe) an all the book shelves. I havent fownd eny hidden presents yet, wich is a bit worryin. Do yu think they hav forgotten?

As yu may noe, we Bears get to pik wat aige we want to be. We carnt go BAKWERDS, that wud be silly. But we can chooz to stay ware we ar if we like. I hav been 8 for a littol wile now. 8 is fun. Yu get lots ov choklit at 8 an yu can eet as mutch ov it as yu like wivowt bein sik, wich yu carnt do at 43 (Mummy tayke note).

Mummy fownd theez in Tesco reesently:
Dilly had the Piglets cos ov theyer pinkness, but I had the rest; 2 Poohs an a Tigger. They wer so scrummy. The Pooh Bear wuns wer best, oviossly.

So I think I will stay at 8 for a bit longer. Or possibly 8 an 1/4.

Off now. I hav a Pant Party to organize. WA-HEYY!!!!!

Canterbeary

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: they wuddent play cos they sed I akewsd Sam ov cheetin. Wich I did. But so did he. So thare.
  
• Day Score:7 ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Ritey-ho! It haz tayken longer than I sed to get bak to yu wiv theez pikchers, becos theez wuns wer on Daddy's camra, an we cuddent find it!

Then, arfter we did find it, we fownd Daddy engrosst in a compewter gayme ov the Tour De France. Baysikly yu watch a bysikol rayce. Wich is not that eggsytin at the best ov times, if yu arsk me, an that's wen yu watch it on telly an hav adverts to look forward to. But never mind. It jus ment the pewter waz tyed up for a bit.

So! Larst weekend wen we wer at Granny's, Mummy sed, "Let's go to Canterbeary!" an so we ayte our lunch an then awl piled into the car: Me, Dilly, Daddy, Mummy, an Unkol Roy, Mummy's littol bruther.

Canterbeary is abowt 40 minits away from Granny's so Mummy had a nap on the way. An the way bak. She offen duzz that in cars. I'm a tad worreed cos I keep overheerin them tolkin abowt her lernin to drive.

Enyway, ferst I went along to say Wa-Heyy! to the Archbishop an his gaggle ov Bishops....

I arskt if they had enny Toblerone left but they sed they had scofft the lot errlier in the day becos they had to go to Cherch tonite. (If yu mist my explanayshun ov the link between Bishops an Toblerones, yu can reed it heer!)

Then me an Dilly went explorin.... heer's the Cathedral gayte-Corse, Dilly was all eggsytid cos Jesus was green....This is the cathedral. We dident go inside cos thare wer alot ov boys in dresses doin posh singin. Yu kno, the type whare it goze all hi an yu carnt understand wat they're sayin so they keep repeetin it. (No, I don't meen Sting.)
Thare is lots ov old stuff in Canterbeary (eevn wen Daddy issent thare HAAAAAAHAHAHA). This waz the top bit ov a howse-Evrywun taykes pikchers ov theez wuns-

Mor importantly, I fownd the best shop in the city-In fakt, Bears wer evrywhare! Heer ar sum nortikol types-They had a wee Pirate Bear wiv them. I told him I'd been to see The Pirates Of Penzance wen I waz on holiday an arskt if he knew it. He sed, "Aaaarrrrrh!" an winkt. Well, I THINK he winkt. It's hard to tell wen heez got an eyepatch on.This Bear sed he waz calld Sheerlock arfter Sheerlock Holmes.I arskt him if he liket to watch that medicol seereez on telly calld House, cos I rekkon sum ov that is Sheerlock Holmesy. House haz a doktor frend but he iz calld Wilson not Watson. An heez allways solvin cayse. AN he livs at number 221b! He confermd it! It IS baysed on Sheerlock Holmes! An he sed that this is wy, if yu look closely, thare is offen a Bear in Wilson's offiss. That's wun ov this Bear's cuzzins, parrently.
Arfter our tor we awl went off to find sum tea an cayke. This pub had a nice Celticky swirly thing goin on on this bit. I posed next to it in onnor ov my noze. See that dayte? I explaynd to Dilly that it ment the pub waz older than sum countrys. She sat an thort abowt that for a long, long time an I waz pleezd abowt that cos it ment I cud hav my tea in peece.

Bye fer now!,

Bear Hums

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes, layte nite ride fer petrol. I kwite like the layte-nite trips. They're eggsytin.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.45896/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wen yor plannin a good think, get yerself cumfterbol ferst, perhaps wiv a faythfol pair ov pants.

If yu ar a skoller ov Mr Winnie T Pooh (ooh! Look at that! He haz the sayme middol nayme as me. I wunder if weer relaytid...) yu will hav herd ov Bear Hums. Mr Pooh tendid to veer towards Hums that endid in things like "Tiddly-pom". Hence:

The mor it snows tiddly pom
The mor cold my toes tiddly pom
Are becoming.

This construkshun is a handy way ov coverin up things. Offen it covers up seekrit thorts, an espeshly seekrit thinkin. Like, wen yu don't want peepol to kno yor thinkin, let alone WAT yor thinkin. Heers another exampol, strate owt ov that epic, The House At Pooh Corner:

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.

An untraynd eevsdropper mite be led to think that this is the mutterins ov a nutter. AHA! Yu see? So if he wer a sooper-spy wiv an IQ like that skweeky bloke that goze rownd in a chare rytin books abowt the yewniverse, yood never serspekt it, wood yu? So ther yu ar, yu see. Ther is mor to a Bear Hum than meets the eer.

I prefer the mor modern classiks, bein as I am a modern, up-to-the-minit cosmo Bear. Wun ov my fayvrits is

Laaaaaaaaaaa-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-laaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-laaaaaaaaaaa
La-la-la-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
He-eyyy Jooood.
Laaaaaaaaaaa-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-laaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-laaaaaaaaaaa
La-la-la-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
He-eyyy Jooood.

Wich can be repeetid ad-in-fin-eye-tum. An offen is. Wun eevnin I was doin such intense seekrit thinkin that our naybers bangd on the wall.

Ware ar yor Bears now? Probly on the bed, or watchin telly, or sniffin owt a fresh pot plarnt. (Or, oviossly, in the pant dror, but that wud meen they're havin a well-ernd brayke from Deep Thinkin, an duzzent cownt.) Tip-toe over to ware they ar now, an see if yu can detekt a Hum. But don't interrupt: it cud well meen that they ar considerin wat to get yu fer Crismoss.

Bye fer now!

Football, Poo, an Kangaroos.

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills:YES!!!!! We won! Hurrayyy!!!!!!!! We won 3 - 1 agenst Leyton Orient (full nayme, Le-ton-ov-poo, abowt as Oriental as Birmingham). Me an Daddy traveld down to Kent to see them. I dident get to go on the pitch and nose the ball this time, but I did jus spot a small brown blur runnin parst the goal at wun poynte, so another Bear did it for me. Me, I waz bizzy in the chairman's offiss, tryin to explayne wy I cuddent arfter all tayke on the job of new Team Manager. My existing sponsibilitys ar jus too varst, I hav realisd. He sed he kwite understood, an wood hav to pick sumwun else insted. Probly sum time this week, akchewally, if he can trak down his number two choyse.
• Simpsons: mist them, but fer a good reeson
• Tesco: no: now weer runnin out ov toilet papyer. This is gettin seerious. Daddy issent too fayzed as he ownly goze abowt 3 times a week. But Mummy duzz 4 or 5 poos a day. An that's wen sheez well. I cort her taykin sum tishoos into the loo wiv her. As if it issent bad enuff that she is self-ishooing, she is now yewsin tishoos fer unapproovd perpossis. She apologized an sed it waz an emergensy an assured me that eech tishoo wud be fasilitayted 3 times: to coff, blow her nose, an 'wipe'. Hehehee. I explayned that this was reelly no excews an mayde her fill in the correkt rekweezishon form. Yu carnt just go abowt doin anarky, yu kno. That's wen the trubbol starts.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Got Grayum. He thort it waz all still serspendid. /10
• Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I waz thinkin today abowt kangaroos. They're grayte, aren't they? An I desydid that if I weren't a Bear, I'd be a kangaroo. That way I cud run abowt leepin an frolickin, an if it startid raynin I cud jus jump bak into my Mummy's poket. It'd be cool.

The kangaroo: wun ov Winnie T Pooh (esq.)'s best pals belongd to this aynchent tribe

So now I hav a kwestchon fer yu all:

Wat kind ov Bear or Not-a-Bear wud yu be, if yu wer not the Bear or Not-a-Bear yu ar?

Yu can pik anything yu want. Jus be advized that if yu pik enything reptillian yu mite be encurridging a certain small croco-dragon onto yor blog, s'all.

Bye fer now!

thanks to Animal Wallpapers Blog for this foto!