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Monday, November 15, 2010

Bear with Us

We tried to post something fun. Blogspot is a bust. We're waiting for Google to get back to us. We're probably moving back to our old blog again. Sorry for the problems. Blame some of it on Google/Blogspot.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Garden Tea Party by Tine and Dee

The rest of our family got to have their own time in the garden, so Grandma let just the two of us - The Garden Girls - have fun all by ourselves.
Well, there are so many living in our garden, there really isn't any "all by ourselves," but we didn't get stuck with boys, or even have to be watched by our mommies, so we did what we wanted to do.

So, first we had a garden tea party with our good friend, Dandy. Dandy has brothers, too, but they didn't want to play, so they just watched. Here we are together. That's Tine, Baby Doll, Dandy with her pet Snail, and Doll Baby in front of Dee. (Doll Baby can't sit up by herself yet.) We had a lovely party with lots of hotdogs, teacakes, and coffee. (We're Abearicans, so drink coffee, not tea.)

Now, of course, Dandy loves our babies, so she volunteered to babysit after our coffee klatch. She also volunteered her brother's chair for a bassinet. Tehehehehehe

We wandered over to the other coffee cup on the table to see what is growing. This is a campula, which will be full of blue cup-shaped flowers later in the summer.

While sitting high on the coffee cup, we noticed how tall our rosemary has grown. Also, the English Lamb's Ear is blooming beautifully. We went for a climb. (It felt strange not to bring our babies.)

We heard a friendly voice we haven't heard for a while. Chief Gnome, our oldest gnome, called us over.

While visiting, another old friend stopped by, Fuzzy Wuzzy. Fuzzy Wuzzy is our topiary teddy bear. He laughed and told us he needs some help. We give him a trim every year, but he needs some more work. He looks like he's wearing a dress, and his head is becoming unstuffed. Topiaries need help like that occasionally. (When we came in, our brothers volunteered to help him this summer. They don't think it's funny that a boy looks like he's wearing a dress. What's wrong with dresses?)

While visiting Fuzzy Wuzzy, we thought we saw some buds on the Butterfly Bush, so we climbed over. We like climbing, too.

Chief Gnome reminded us to visit his brothers, so we found Jerzey Gnome. We adopted him (or he adopted us), when we were on vacation at the Jersey Shore. Now, like any good gardener from New Jersey, he protects our tomato plants.

But, he has help. Tine visited another guardian. He's so fierce; he has his own sign, "Watch Out for Bears." (The sign is hidden by snap pea leaves.) Of course, we watch out for bears! Half of our family is bears.

Near the tomatoes, we climbed down to visit our newest members – Mama and Baby Bear. Baby Bear was sad we didn't bring our babies, so we climbed back up to check on our kids, and brought them down to visit, too. (Grandma had a Pepsi break, so forgot to take a few pictures. She's like that some times.)

Sunny invited us into her favorite hiding place. It feels like a fort.
We heard another young bear call us up to the Basil. Here's another Mama Bear with her cub in a log. They protect our basil.

Since we had climbed so high, we climbed over to our shelves next to our basil. Our brothers visited Mrs. Turtle and her children a while ago, but she hid from them. They came out and spent some time with us. We're special.

On the way down, we stopped off to visit Chief Gnomes' other brother, Sleepy Gnome. He's a'posed to protect the beans. He was sleeping when we visited, but the beans look good, so he must be doing something right.

Once we visiteded everyone, we inspected the garden, but those pictures are gonna be posted another day. That's it for today!

Sunday, June 06, 2010

The Nightmare by Spaulding T. Bear

Nightmares are strange things. Most the time, when you tell someone about it, it sounds so funny; you're not sure why it scared you. Of course, as a teddy bear linked to Mommy's mind, it's often hard to tell who had the nightmare. Both of us know it's scary, until we talk it over. Two nights ago, our nightmare was so bad; neither of us thinks it is funny.

Mommy and Daddy were walking home with me in my special traveling bag. It was beary late and they were tired and lost. Now, everybody knows that Daddies don't like to stop for directions, so Daddy kept walking past a diner, and Mommy stopped in to ask the cashier how to get home. My traveling bag was heavy, because there was a laptop in it with me, so she set it down against her leg, as she often does. All of a sudden, she forgot where we lived, and I couldn't tell her, because stuffed animals can't be heard talking in public. Daddy came in to get her, so she went to pick up my bag. It was gone!

Sheer terror! Our biggest fear is being bearnapped and I was bearnapped!

Daddy and Mommy ran out into the parking lot, and saw this 12-year-old kid trying to look innocent. Do you know the look? The "who me?" look that gives it away immediately? Yeah! That look!

He started to run away, but Mommy caught him by the collar. His buddies were a few feet behind him and looked like deer caught in the headlights. The boy gave Mommy attitude because she insisted on getting her teddy bear and laptop back. He had one of his friends bring a bag out behind one of the parked cars. (That's why this dream was so scary. In most dreams, the scenery and people switch around, but this made sense from beginning to end.)

When his friend handed him the bag, he pulled out a different teddy bear and laptop, and thrust it at Mommy. (Scary thing – the bear looked just like my good friend Marlowe! I'm glad this was a dream, or he would have been bearnapped, too!)

"That's not my teddy bear or my laptop!" she yelled.

He said that he had already gotten rid of hers, so he was giving her those instead.

"I need my bear! I want my laptop!" she yelled.

(Hurray, Mommy, but you should have experienced the thoughts she was having. Something about "how can I live without Spaulding?" And, "what do I do if I can't type on his blog anymore?" Seriously? You'd think scarier thoughts would be flooding her mind besides this blog, wouldn't you? I'm bearnapped, never to return! How could either of us live after that? How did this blog get into her dream….errr, my dream? Okay. Maybe some of the dream didn't make sense.)

One of the boy's friends gave her my traveling bag with me safely in it – and the laptop was there, too. (Kinda weird, since we haven't used a laptop since I was young.)

She grabbed my bag and let the boy go. He ran away across the parking lot with his friends, and then threw a rotten apple, hitting Mommy in the side of the head.

Mommy and Daddy were so tired that they planned to let him go, until he did that. Daddy was so tired, he still wanted to let those kids get away, but Mommy was beary angry. She went back into the diner and reported the crime to a woman police officer. (The woman was actress Shohreh Aghdashloo.) The policewoman was upset that Mommy was reporting a solved crime, and Daddy was upset, because he was tired.

Mommy decided she had enough of this nightmare, so woke up. We grabbed each other and cried.

We've had other nightmares before, but Mommy has never cried over one. We’ve been afraid to go to sleep ever since. I may never go out on another adventure in our traveling bag again. Some nightmares stick with you for a long time.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Drive-In

Hello, I'm Phil T. Bear and I'm one and a half! And, last night, we went to the Drive-In for the first time in my whole life, even if Spauld and Ted have gone before.

What's a Drive-In? Same thing I asked. A Drive-In is when you take your car to the movies, but you stay in it and watch the movie on a really big screen in front of the car. (If you're seeing the screen out your back window, you've parked wrong.)

There aren't many around anymore, so this one is an hour away. It was also the first time I left my home state, too. We drove over a really big bridge with a river under it. The Delaware River's so big, I'm not sure I could swim across, but Spaulding told me no one wants to swim across it there.

And, wow, I'm telling you, if you've never been to New Jersey, you're missing a magical place! People in New Jersey must be really rich. They're houses aren't even attached to their neighbor's houses. They got these things called "side yards" and these other things called "front yards." And they have grass all over the place, and trees, and bushes, and sidewalks, not just for everybody to walk on, but special sidewalks that they walk on to avoid grass when walking to their front doors. Why have grass if you don't want to walk on it? But, anyways, it's amazing to see!

And some of them must be really, really rich, a'cuz they don't even have neighbors! They have woods and fields! And, there's nothing in the fields but shrubs and tall grass. Nothing at all!

And, and, and, they have these thingies all along the roads called "strip malls." And, they have to drive to them, because everyone has so much land, and who's gonna walk that far with so much space between houses? And, once they get there, they can park their cars, drop off their laundry for something called a "dry cleaner." Imagine! Someone else doing your laundry! And, then you can walk to the next store and rent a movie. Imagine, renting movies without a mailbox! And, then you can walk to the beary next store and spend just a dollar for anything in the store. I wonder if they have hotdogs?! And, and, and, then you walk to the beary next store and buy a pizza. Yeah! I'm telling you! Strip malls have pizza parlors in them, just like we have on street corners.

Now, we did have Mommy and Daddy stop in one strip mall. (There's a whole lot of them in New Jersey.) Well, they had to stop. We had driven a good 15 minutes, so we were hungry, and it had a Weiner joint. You know you're in fancy place when people call their hotdogs "wieners," but we weren't fooled. They were hotdogs. We ate them all.

And another 15 minutes later, Mommy and Daddy stopped for dinner at a diner. At least, New Jersey has dinners, too. So, while they ate, we were hungry and went into the kitchen. Apparently, every diner knows my brothers. They didn't even ask to be introduced to me, until the hotdogs were grilling. AND, they had one of the kids (who was really, really old) take the truck to buy more hotdogs, a'cuz they knew we were going to eat all they had. And … we did. Yummers!

So, we were stuffed afterwards, but we're always stuffed! We're stuffed animals, after all. And, 15 minutes later, we stopped off at a WaWa. Did you know a WaWa is a convienent store? All this time I thought it was a morning coffee, but the coffee was named for the store. (I also thought the store was named for the coffee.) We polished off the WaWa hotdogs, too.

So, we finally got to the Drive-In! It was a bit dicey until dark. There were people walking around checking out cars, and we were afraid they might bearnap us, until Mommy s'plained they were making sure people paid extra if they brought their own snacks, like we did. Apparently, the cost to see the movie is collected by the studios and the movie place's moneymaker is the snacks. But, we brought our own popcorn and muffins, a'cuz popcorn at the movies has too much salt and fat. BUT, when Mommy and Daddy weren't looking, we polished off the hotdogs there too. We would have polished them off twice, but we only stayed for one movie.

So, before the sun went down we watched people throwing all kinds of stuff – baseballs, footballs, and even these things called "Frisbees." That's sorta like a pie pan made out of plastic. Matter of fact, Daddy taught us that they were pie pans when people started throwing them. And, we saw why Americans rarely win soccer games. (I know, that's "football" everywhere else, but, if you ever saw an American kid kicking around a soccer ball, you'd know we have to call it something different. It's just not the same.)

And, and, and, the movie sound came over our radio, so we had to listen to the right channel, and we bears got our floppy on, when dancing to the oldies before it got dark out.

But, of course, we came to see The Prince of Persia and then Robin Hood, so it was really exciting when the Star Spangle Banner started playing, until … another car pulled in next to us. Our radio turned to static. We forgot someone stole our antenna, again. We don't need the antenna too often, a'cuz we have a CD player, so we forgot.

Mommy volunteered to go rent a radio. We couldn't hear any of the Previews while she was gone. We collected out quarter when she came back and used colorful language. We tried to get her to use more colorful language, but she's wise to us, and just smiles, before handing over the money. She wanted to leave. It seems people wait until the last minute to get their snacks, too, and there isn't a separate line for rented radios and chairs. It was a beary long line!

BUT, Daddy saved the day. He inched the car up a little, and we got sound. Later on, we found out it was only beary loud sound. We didn't care. The quiet sound was the two main characters talking mushy stuff. We were there for the action. And there was lots of action – sword fights, battles, chase scenes, and even a special kinda race. (I'd tell you more, but don't want to give any of the plot away, but they weren't racing like you're thinking.) AND, it had magic in it! What else could a guy want to see in a movie? Oh, wait – no stuffed animals and there was yucky kissy stuff. Still, it's a beary good movie for the whole family to see.

It wasn't over until close to midnight. Mommy and Daddy decided to go home before seeing Robin Hood. We would have complained, but we were falling asleep. I was a bit disappointed, a'cuz I hoped to see more of New Jersey on the way home, but they don't have something over there that we have – streetlights! Well, they only have streetlights if we're coming up on an exit, so there was only darkness and the road.

That's the last thing I remembered seeing. I fell asleep before going over the big bridge again. I woke up with my honey, Lee in my arms. It just doesn't get better than that.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

"Elder" Explorers as told by Spaulding, Teddy, and Phil

Yesterday, our sons referred to Teddy as an "elder." We need to clear this up. Spaulding is ten, Teddy is eight and Phil is one and a half. Ding is nine and Tee is seven. So, whooooooooooooo are the "elders?" Just saying!

So, anyway, as "elders," we have to be more productive when we explore the garden. We're still kids and teddy bears, so we're having fun, but we're productive in our fun. We explore to see how everything is growing. Our Garden Gals need full reports, even if they come out every day to check, too. So, here is what we do in the garden.

This is fun to climb, but we're checking out the asters. The leaves are nice and soft when they're little, kinda like Lamb's Ear. These asters are called "Wonder of Staffa." We've had them for two years and are still wondering who or what Staffa is.

Another good excuse to climb. Our pea vine is starting to bloom. Too bad it's not a bean vine. Who knows? We could find a giant at the top.

Can you see the flowers by Phil's left foot? They smell as pretty as Sweet Peas. The peas start popping out right out of the flower. We took this picture last week, and ate the two snap peas in a stir-fry last night. We would have showed you the peas, but it's been rainy. More flowers and peas are coming now, so, if it would quit raining, we can take a picture, eventually.

Underneath our pea vine are tomatoes. Spaulding is demonstrating how tall our one tomato plant is. He can hide under it.

Here are our other tomatoes. We bought all five tomatoes on the same day, but these aren't as tall. We found a couple surprises though.

Phil is looking at our first tomato flower. It's right above his left paw.

Teddy is showing what else we're growing in that container. He's touching one, while pointing at another. We bought onion sets this year, and are hoping the onion smell will discourage squirrels from eating our maters. That and onions tasteses good, too.

Remember how Phil saved some dill when we were weeding? He has become the official dill keeper now. That's Phil's dills.

And, since Teddy's wife is Valentine, the stuffed bunny, Teddy has to check on her carrots, too. They sure look ready to eat to us!

We have a swing in our garden. Well, it's not a regular swing. It holds our patio tomato, because we don't have a patio. Phil's swinging and checking the tomato's progress.

Right below the swing is our Red Romaine lettuce. It's now big enough to make a soft landing, when Phil jumps off the swing.

It finally got warm enough at night to bring out the aloe. Aloe isn't supposed to be that big, but Mommy left it away from direct sunlight for too long, so it grew into the sunlight. After this picture was taken, we cut back its roots and transplanted her babies. She had three more babies last winter. We also checked out the bay and other herbs.

Spaulding checked out our English Lamb's Ear. We bought it last year, and it didn't do anything, include grow. Now look how big it is! And it's about to flower. Regular Lamb's Ear doesn't bloom magenta flowers. (We're married, so we've learned girlie words for pink.) If you look closely at the top of the stalks on the right, you can see the one ready to bloom.

He came back out two days later to have his picture taken with the blooming flowers. (Okay, something weird is happening. The phot os prepared to fit horizontally through out photo fixing program, but when we upload it, it keeps uploaing vertically, ans side way. We can't fix it, so look at it side ways. Sorry.)

Two days later, it was ready to rain, so Daddy took this picture without Spaulding coming out.

And that's how "the elderly" explore our garden.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Young Explorers as told by Ding and Tee

We take after our parents. We like exploring, too.

We explore the tall jungles.

Some times, we take our elders with us, when we explore dense jungles.

The denser the jungle, the more we like it.

Yes, we're really in there. See?

If it's over our heads, we like it.

It doesn't have to be thick.

We like discovering cool things when we explore. See whom we found in the Jade?

They're hiding, but to Tee's left is Mrs. Turtle and her two children.

We introduced you to who we found yesterday – Sonny, the Hide N' Seek loving teddy bear, in our garden.

Not all bears are teddy bears. This is Mama Black Bear and her child in the basil and dill. (We don't know if her child is a boy or a girl. We don't want to insult a black bear by asking.)

And, not all the creatures in our garden are bears. We introduced you to Sleeping Gnome yesterday. Our Daddies found him in the woods on a vacation years ago. He was Woodland Gnome back then, but we've renamed him, for obvious reasons.

Now do you know why we needed to rest yesterday? Exploring is hard work.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Hide N' Seek with New Neighbors

As you know, we own a hotel – Hotel NOLA – for wayward, lost, homeless, or visiting animals. We've built and maintained it through our own money. Money we collect from our Jeopardy winnings or from charging People on TV (or Mommy and Daddy) for using colorful language.

But what happens to our guests, if they need a new start? Warm-blooded animals can start in our park, since our Hotel exists in Teddy Bear World, right smack in the middle of FDR Park, in Philly. (Come and visit, if you're an animal. Sorry, if you're People, you can't see it. That's how Teddy Bear World works.)

If our guests are stuffed animals looking for a new home, we discovered groups of People, who are always looking for stuffed animals to give to children in crisis. (This is true in People World, so, if you need to find new homes for some of your stuffed animals, clean them up and send them to these People. They always need more.) Firefighters, the Police, and Crisis Counseling Centers give stuffed animals to scared kids. (Smart ones give them to scared grown-ups, too.) Think how important those Stuffies become to their new mommies and daddies.

But there are more kinds of lost, homeless, and wayward animals than these. Some are figurines, statues, and Christmas tree decorations. We don't discriminate. We take in all kinds of animals.

We've been bringing home many of those lost and wayward animals (and some gnomes) through the years. You've met our Christmas tree neighbors during the holidays. Others guard our garden. We consider them our neighbors and play with them. Today we played Hide N' Seek with some old and new neighbors.

Here we are sitting with Yankee, Dandy, Doodle, and their pet, Gauge, the Turtle. Gauge used to be a rain gauge, until his glass tube broke.

Meet our newest neighbors – Mama Bear holding Baby Bear, with Sonny and Sunny next to them. This is where they stay in storms. We've invited them in, but they prefer outside. You can tell it was cloudy out. That's when the Tradescantia blooms the most.

But that's not how we first saw them on our garden. At first, we exploring the garden, when we discovered Mama and Baby under our Hens and Chicks. We sat with them to see how they were doing.

Our sons got bored and decided to relax in the Hens and Chicks. The black cat is Teddy's son, Tee, with GI Ding in his action-figure carrier. The Teddy Bear is Spaulding's son, Ding, with GI Ding in his action-figure carrier. (They told us to make sure everyone knows "they are not dolls! They are action-figures." If their sisters "borrow" them, they like to play dollies with them.)

Ding and Tee got bored of relaxing, too, so they hopped over to the next container – our spinach. They heard someone counting, so they peaked over and met Sonny, ready for a game of Hide N' Seek.

They shouted, "Hide N' Seek!" We did what comes nature for Teddy Bears; we hide. Is Sonny peaking?

Spaulding found a good place to hide. Well, he thought it was a good place, until he found Sunny counting. She likes Hide N' Seek, too.

"I tried here next, but I don't think it's a good place to hide, if Mommy can take my picture." Sleeping Gnome isn't hiding. He sleeps.

Teddy and the boys tried here, but had the same problem. "It can't be a hood hiding place, if Mommy takes our picture."

Spaulding tried another spot. "It's tough being so big!"

"This really is a good hiding place! Grandpa was just taking a picture, and never saw us."

We hide behind the broccoli. It was a great place to hide, until Spaulding shouted when he spotted the chamomile starting to sprout.

We'd show you our really good hiding spots, but then Mommy would just take pictures of us, the next time we played.

We love our new neighbors. They're lots of fun. We'll show you how else we play in our garden, too. Until next time,…count to ten! Kehehehehehe