Ok! Mor fotoes!!!

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: YEYYYY!!! WE WUN AGEN!!!!!! Thank yu, evrywun hoo wor their lukky bloo smalls!!! Wa-hey!!
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes, the littol wun. We went for a littol walk throo the bak layne to the shop, past the trees. We had to tayke a torch cos it issent lit rownd thare. I wantid to mayke sum shadow anmols but Mummy sed it waz too cold to stop. But I had my big coat on! Sheez so old sumtimes.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Overall Score: 7.73986/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Rite! Larst time I left yu all owtside the door ov the kidnappers howse. Heers wat went on inside.....

Ferst ov all, I locaytid the room ov the cheef kidnapper. This chap goes by the nayme Owen, an the letters Eoghan. HA! Fownd it. Then I shook my naykid furry reer at it. TAYKE THAT!!!Wa-heyy! That dun, I dedicaytid my time to important stuff, naymely, investigaytin wat Bear stuff they had in the howse!!!

They had a big tree wiv lots ov enormuss lites on it-
...an look wat else I fownd on it!
Wa-heyy! It's a Bear tree! Look!An anuther!An anuther!Wa-heyy!

Heer is Daddy (heez the wun on the rite) talkin to wun ov the nephews. This is the littlest wun. His nayme is Callum an he is ownly 3! Enyway, Daddy is arskin Callum wat his fayvrit thing on the tree is.......an it ternd owt that Callum had his very own Bear on the tree!!
Callum sed he luvs Bears, so I stuk wiv him an avoydid his bigger bruthers!

Meenwile.... Chuck an Dilly hid in the Crib:
(Dilly never got spottid. Can yu see her?)

Callum arskt me to watch The Simpsons Movie wiv him:
Then he showd me his model of Santa's werkshop:
An THIS is a gen-yu-in foto ov me gen-yu-inly tayken by Callum, aiged 3 an 3/4:He waz a good lad, an grayte fun, but this is wat I lookt like arfter 18 hours in Callum's howse:

"Hellllppppppp mmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"

The Lakes of Killarney

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: - we wun 3 gaymes in a roe, then me an Daddy went to see them play larst nite an they lost!!! POO! It waz retchid! Onnistly! The mannidger ov the uther team yewst to play for US!!! We eevn cheerd him! Well poo to him!

Seeriossly, I waz well unhappy abowt it. I felt lower than a dach-hund's nippol today, I did.

• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 ha! They're all owt ov praktiss rownd heer.
• Day Score: 7.53986/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Pssst!

Study this map!!!!Bowt time I put my furry foot down an got custerdy ov the compewter till I postid sum stuff abowt our trip to Ireland!

(Hav yu studeed it yet?)

On the map yu can see ware Granny an Poppa liv, an this is ware we stayd. We had Crismoss dinner an New Year's Eev at Arnty Anna's howse, wich is neer. Dilly haz postid sumthing abowt Arnty Anna's howse, but I can asshor yu it issent all as pink as she maykes owt. It's kwite nice thare, in fakt.

Enyway. We went on a long long drive from Granny's howse to Unkol Tony's howse. It waz exsytin cos I haddent been thare befor, but it waz scary too, cos that is ware the kidnappers liv.

On the way down to Unkol Tony's it gets mor an mor mountenny. We stopt neer the laykes ov Killarney, wich will be famillyer to yu if yu studeed the map, an I mayde a video to show yu rownd:

(If yu carnt see it thare, try HEER!)

On the video yu mite hav herd Mummy menshun that Dilly an Chuck wer still sittin on sum roks by the layke. Heer they ar, on a rok-

close up- oh good greef!

Heer's Mummy tellin them not to sit arownd on cowld roks:
Good job she dident see me erlier!!!!

Heer ar sum mor seenery pikchers tayken from the jerney-

Mummy! It's blown me hood off!

How menny horsies can yu see?
(sy...) Yes, we sor sum carselly things along the way, wich kept the dragon-types entertayned:
Daddy fownd this weird Druid type. (Daddy's the wun on the left.)

Heer's Mummy. Looks like sheez smylin, but reelly sheez sayin, "Hurry up! I'm freeezin!"

If yor wundrin wy Dilly is blurrd in this nex wun, it's cos she thort sheep wiv pink bottoms was so brillyent she cuddent keep still from chuklin.

I say, hooz that hansum fellow?

Heer's ware they cut throo the roks so the rode cud go throo.
They did this all by hand hundreds ov yeers ago!-
(Well, hand an poynty stik, I rekkon.)
Oh boy. I'd fergotten abowt this wun! This is ware we had to awl try to convince Chuck that it waz just clowd on that mownten, an that NO, It's NOT a "smokey cayno", Chuck, no.
Lots ov mowntens....

poynty wuns......

rownd wuns.....
poynty AN rownd wuns....
Took this wun from hi up...

-tho Dilly waz mor intrestid in how the LITTOL roks seemd to be ternin green!
(Sumthing ov wich she hilee approovd)
Evenchewly we mayde it to Unkol Tony's howse! Heer it is-

-The howse ov the kidnappers!!!!!!!!! (Cue dramatic mewsik: DAN DAN DAAARRRRR!!!!)

I'll show yu sum fotoes from inside nex time.

Bye fer now!

Chop chop bizzy bizzy werk werk bang bang.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Good Lor!! I dident blog all week! Well that jus shows how bizzy I've bin! Er... yes. Sorry bowt that. I carnt reelly stop now to catch up, iver, as we hav to leev the howse at 6 to go catch a playne. Weer off to Ireland!!!!!

I'm a tad nervuss, but I'm goin armd wiv a poynty stik this time an a beerd (see pic, abuv) for a cunnin disgize. I intend to keep a low-ish profile. If I spot eny ov the herd ov nephews comin neer, I shall be reddy for them this time. Ho yes! No mor bear-nappin, thank yu very mutch! Enyway, Sam is comin wiv me, an heez well hard.

Chuck is comin too, heez never bin to Ireland, but we rekkon he mite hav a bit ov oirish in 'im as he haz a gingery bit on the end ov his tayle.

Well, I'll be shufflin off then. I'll be online over thare tho (they hav lektrissity an evrything over thare now!) so I shall be nippin in an chekkin on watcha all up to, an puttin in a few photo's ov stuff, an that sorta thing. Now I hav to go an pak.... hav a good wun, evrywun!!!!

Bye fer now!

Littol Update, an a prize to win!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 1010
• Day Score: 7.43296/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Daddy rang from Ireland an sed that they ar all goin to a Circus tonite cos it's wun ov my cuzzins' berfday! I think it is the wun that goze by the nayme ov Owen an the letters Eoghan.

WAYTE A MINIT!!! HE waz involvd in my kidnap the uther yeer!!! A Bear never forgets, yu kno. Sum peepol think that's elefants, but it issent. It's Bears. Not that a kidnap is sumthing yu'd ferget eevn if yu wer a Not-A-Bear.

Mummy has bin doin Olympik Washin, to cleer the baklog from wen we dident hav a washin masheen. She haz dun loades. NOW she is doin jackets. Next, bedsheets. Then that's it. Sheez lookin arownd for uther stuff. I'm goin to hav to be on gard cayse she haz eny ideas in the Bear direkshun. Shorly she wuddent???

Sheez also bin doin carfty stuff. She haz all her carfty bits all over the flor an I'm goin to sneek a foto ov it to show Daddy cos she moanes at Daddy wen he leevs stuff on the flor like that. Yu see? Soon as Daddy's gon sheez just as bad!

An Olympik Challenge for yu!!!

We Bears hav been praktissin our Olympik Synchronized Sitting. The event proper will be Friday arfternoon. If yu want to joyne in, jus put a foto ov sum synchronized sitting on yor blog an tell me wen it's thare. I'll put them all on heer on Friday. If yu don't hav a blog, email me a foto insted! For mor on this grayte sport, reed heer, wich inkloods sum grayte tips an heer, wich inkloods sum exampols.

I'll send a prize owt to the best entry!!!

Bye fer now!

*** *** update *** ***

Dedline for entrys is now Saturday midday UK time, to giv mor time to the US entrys!

Shorts on Heds an fergetfol Grannys

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: yes- we playd Thurrock and won 2 - 0 !!! Wa-heyy!!!
  
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: ownly breefly, and that duzzent meen pants wer bort this time. Unfortewnitly.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Got Mummy!/10
• Day Score: 8.23296: 6/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Gillingham wer playin yesterday agenst Thurrock. It waz ownly a pre-seezon frendly but we still smasht 'em, 2 - 0 !!!!! Me an Daddy wer thare. It was grayte. Heer's a foto ov me, sellybraytin, wiv me shorts on me hed. (Ov corse.)Speekin ov fotoes, heer ar the laytest from Arnty Christina ov Mr Woo. She reseevd theez larst week. Az yu can see, he is still in London.

Heer he is in a standing still competishun:Heer he is on Tower Bridge:Arnty Christina sez she thinks he mite be waring the marsk so as not to be recognized by the poleece. He's still wantid on serspishun ov kidnappin Santa larst Crismoss. Do yu remember that?

I wonder whare he is heading. Do yu think he will tern up heer? Or maybe Granny's howse???!! Yeah, that's probly it! Grannys like kangaroos. They carnt help it, they just do. I think it's pouch envy. They see that pouch an think, "My, that wud be handy for taykin the grandchildren owt for tea wivowt loozing them." Or, "My, that wud be handy for puttin my shoppin list in wivowt loozin it." Or "My, that wud be handy for puttin my lavenderry mints in wivowt them gettin fluff stuk on them. Or loozin them." Grannys worry abowt loozin things. GRAYTE grannys don't. Grayte Grannys tend not to remember wat they've got in the ferst playce. But Grannys do. My Granny loozes stuff all the time. Mummy sez we need to tie evrything in the howse to a peece ov string. Then, wen she carnt find sumthing, she can just follo the peece ov string till she finds it.

Bye fer now!

Mother's Day Attemptid Murder

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: yes: we playd Yeovil (full nayme: Yeovil-grass-chewing-scum) but nobody got a goal. It waz 0-0. I think they wer all distraktid, all thinkin "I must get my Mum a card arfter this."
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes- I had to go an get Mummy a card (wun wiv a bear on it)
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score:4 (bein almost killd kinda taykes the shine off a day)/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

It waz Mother's Day yesterday so we all went to Granny's an gayve her a gerly-lookin card wiv cats on, a choklit cayke, a book an a T-Shert wiv sparkly flowers on it.

Mummy's brother, my Unkol David, waz there, wiv Arnty Stephanie an mor nephews. Theez wuns ar calld Alex an Dominic an ar kwite littol. I've met them befor. I yewzerly jus sit on a shelf an pertend not to be reel. This werkt for Dilly just fine yesterday: she got in wiv the dragons on Granny's shelf an went unnotist. But it waz a tad mor complicaytid fer me.

Well, az yu kno, yu can tell a Bear is reel by his kneez. My legs ar ov the fully-fledged bendy variety, wiv is a ded give-away. So I snuggold down in between a cuppol ov big cushons on the sofa, wiv them tukt in owt ov site.

I thort I'd be safe but I waz foyled by Dominic's bownsin-up-an-down-on-the-sofa eskapayde.

"Wat's he doin there?" he arskt his mummy.

"I don't kno!" she sed. An befor MY mummy cud reskew me he had me in wun hand an waz slappin my bottom wiv the other! What the? He sed that I'd been norty, hidin in the sofa.

Mummy got me off him an sed he wassent to hit me an that it wassent nice. Well, he sed, "Heez OWNLY a teddy!" Dam cheek!!!! An then he startid to punch me so I got him bak. Mummy warnd him I did karrarty but he wuddent lissen an he jus arskt for it. So I went PHWAR! an got him agen an as he rolld over I tikkold his bak till he gayve in an ran off.

I thort that waz it but heed just gon off for reinforcements: Alex, his slitely bigger an mor ginger bruther.

Well! They both sed that I waz JUST a TEDDY. They eevn sed that I cuddent talk, an that it waz Mummy "doin my voyce". Eevn wen she stufft her mowth full ov biskits, they still sed it wassent me talkin, -this time they sed it was Daddy! Wat nonsense!

Then we all had biskits. I got wun too. I waz starvin: must hav bin nerves. I ate it kwikly an I think that impresst Dominic as I herd him say to his mummy, "How did he eet his biskit?" HA! See? Ownly REEL Bears eet biskits!

Wen they got in their car to leev, I darnsed along their window to jeer at them. Inside, I cud hear Alex sayin, "Go on, Dom! Kill 'im! Kill 'im!" so I shook my furry ass at them.

Onnistly, I thort bein kidnapt by the Irish nephews waz bad enuff, but theez wuns wer werse! I wontid to put up a warnin poster abowt them but Mummy won't let me. So serfice it to say, if yor a Bear in the Walthamstow area an see two small gingery boys walkin abowt together, be on yor gard. Best swot up on yor kararty skills, just in cayse.

Mulligan an Mummy, an their travels...

Gillingham ar playin tonite, peeps, so on wiv yer bloo pants!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Good Lor! I havent blogged in neerly a week! How did that happen? Sorry bowt that. I shall try to offer sum excewsis:

(1) Ferst reezon fer my absense is that I hav Been Spendin Sum Time Wiv Mulligan....

Daddy is off to Ireland tomorro an Mulligan is goin wiv him. Mulli is goin to retire at Granny Ireland's howse, cos he likes golf an so duzz she. Heez hopin to get a few rownds in. Heez also hopin fer soda bred an hunny. So enyway. Heez goin along to chek owt her golf bag an see if it haz a Small Bear compartment. (That's a compartment for Small Bears, by the way. Not a small compartment for Bears. It issent the sayme thing.)

I've been tellin Mulligan all abowt Ireland, like the time I got kidnapt an run-over. This is reelly wy I don't go enymor. (Leest, not less Mummy is comin too, as she issent the wun hoo drops in roades an puddels an stuff like that, or herls me across rooms at grayte speed, all ov wich abewse Daddy flatly denys, ov corse. He sez I jumpt. Wich I did not.) Wayin it all up, Mulligan probly thinks heel be better off there, com to think ov it. An if the nephews start moovin in herds agen, he can jus go off to the golf corse. An it also meens it gets him away from Daddy's faymussly extrordineryly toxik sox (they disterb all rodents in a 30 mile raydius).

(2) The other reezon for my absense is that Mummy haz been Tryin To Doo Mor. This is her Plan B. Plan A waz Tryin To Eet Less. But she fownd this all but impossibol, maynely cos eetin is her best hobby, arfter sleepin. So she is now doin lots ov walkin insted, an this meens walkin away from the big button on the compewter that I need help pushin in befor I can blog.

She has walkt miles over the larst week. Sheez walkin into town nowadays insted ov goin on the bus. This is abowt 3 miles. Then she walks all arownd town and even in the big shops too- this is cos there is a notiss on the eskalayters sayin that "Small Children Must Be carried" an she duzzent hav eny, so she haz to tayke the stairs insted.

At leest I occayzunelly get sumthing owt ov theez hikes. Yesterday I got this cunning Ginger Biskit, disgized as a Bear:

Wa-heyyy! He eevn haz PANTS!!!

...On the bak it sez he is a cool ted!

He eevn haz a choklit belly-button! HAHAHA!

Mmm nyumnyum nyummm.... kwite nibberly...

Hey! Wat the? I put it down fer 2 mitis an the torso's neerly gon! I bet Daddy haz sumthing to do wiv this!

Hehehee.... leest they left me the PANTS! Hahahaa...I feel an impreshun comin on...!

Ta-darrr! HAHAHA! Izit me or izit Littol Bayby Bear Bob Junior???

Ooops! LBBBJ dident like that! HAHA!

Ah.... jus the icing pants left, now! (Hey! The ownly time yu want ice-in-yer-pants!)

(sigh...) Yeah, I think I'll sayve this bit fer a wile!

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Votes

Thank yu all fer voting in my poll abowt wat I shud plarnt this yeer! The poll is still up there on the rite hand side ov this blog, so if yu havent votid, or if yu want to chaynge yer vote, or vote agen, pleez do! It will be up an runnin till the middol ov March, an I'll plarnt watever yu deside at the end ov March. Dilly sez she wants to plarnt sumthing pink an eevn if nowun votes for that she still will plarnt sumthing pink an she sed "Nerrr". Wat can I say? Dragons don't like rools.

Bye fer now!

*****update*****update*****update******update*****

Footboll waz canseld becoz it waz too foggy! Hey ho! So if yor bloo pants feel uncumfterbol yu can tayke them off! Wen yu do, wy not spin them arownd abuv yer hed on wun finger till they go whizzin off across the room? It's grayte fun! Speshly wen they land on yor sister's hed! Wa-hey!