<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearbear's World</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a little bearbear in a big big world.     

                         
                                                                 

                                                            © Bearbear's World 2006</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-2946005060216363388</id><published>2008-09-17T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:34:43.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanted Some Bearberry Pie</title><content type='html'>Last Spring, Bearbearette, Pearpear and I thought it would be nice if we could have our own garden. So we went outside and made one. Since none of us have particularly strong or nimble arms and legs, we were somewhat limited in what we could plant. We decided to make a little square garden, with little white and pink flowers, and sweet bearberry bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a long time in that garden throughout the past year, watering it, watching it, and giving my flowers air kisses so they can grow happier like me. And I must say, it wasn't always easy tilting the watering pot when I can barely stretch my hands beyond my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so excited because the flowers have grown quite happily, and bearberries have popped up and begun to plump up. Bearbearette has been thinking for weeks how she can use the bearberries for dessert when they are ripe enough. Earlier this week, when we went outside to get some sun (I'm the only one who tans) we noticed that half the bearberries were gone! We searched and searched around the house, I checked under the deck, near the sidewalk, and along our walkways, but we couldn't find the missing bearberries. I thought I smelled the smell of a bearberry cobbler, but I wasn't too sure since I've been quite stuffed up lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were very sad, we figured, at least we still have half the bearberries left so we just went back inside. Bearbearette decided that she wanted to use the bearberries today, so we all planned to wake up early this morning and go pick the rest of our bearberries. When we got outside, we saw that all the bearberries were gone! Just gone! I was so shocked and saddened. Even now I can't help but to let out a teardrop or two. *whimper whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, someone had set up a little stand on the sidewalk next door with a big sign that says "Berry Cobblers For Sale!" I still cannot believe this. Of course, Pearpear, Bearbearette nor I saw anybody taking our bearberries. We also cannot say for sure how those berry cobblers came about. But, I am really not as slow as some may think, and I must shake my fists in fury at this. *shake shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone steal the bearberries that we worked so hard to grow, turn them into dessert that we were planning to make and eat, and what's worse, actually make money from that!? I just don't understand. I cannot even begin to imagine what goes on inside the mind and heart of anyone who would do that. And they didn't even spell "Bearberry" right. We have had to console ourselves by eating ice cream, bearberryless, but even that has not been able to soften the despair in my little bearbear heart. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted some bearberry pie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-2946005060216363388?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2946005060216363388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=2946005060216363388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/2946005060216363388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/2946005060216363388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wanted-some-bearberry-pie.html' title='Just Wanted Some Bearberry Pie'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-9116427171420432612</id><published>2008-07-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:41:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Melting~~~</title><content type='html'>Why is it so HOT!? It's bad enough when walking makes me sweat, but these days, even sitting still leaves salty dewdrops on my head. Sometimes, I really wish I didn't have so much fur - it's like a wool coat I can never take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Bearbearette and Pearpear that though, Bearbearette said that I could just shave it all off, but I don't want that! And then Pearpear went to look for scissors, so I ran away. They're being meanie poos again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearbearette thinks that we should go swimming. I'm not really sure how that's going to work out though, since 1) I don't know how to swim and 2) we don't have a pool. I wouldn't mind waddling around in a big tub of ice cubes though. Or maybe ice cream...mmm ice cream...but wait, that might get sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go air myself off by the fan again, before my little bearbear tail melts off my big round bearbear butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-9116427171420432612?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9116427171420432612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=9116427171420432612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/9116427171420432612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/9116427171420432612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-is-it-so-hot-its-bad-enough-when.html' title='I&apos;m Melting~~~'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-1110528798882372775</id><published>2008-06-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:37:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost The Happiest Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>Guess what guess what! Pearpear, Bearbearette and I got to go to Disneyworld! Yay! It was sooooo much fun. And WAY bigger than Disneyland. It was like, Disneyland plus Universal Studios plus a wild African safari plus a gigantic museum of the world plus pretty lakes multiplied by 10 times the magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to meet so many friends, see so many things, and eat so many yummies that my tummy almost exploded. Not only that, I got to visit so many places at once - France, Italy, Germany, Japan, China, Mexico, Norway and more! We even got a free Mickey Mouse ears hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much happiness I wasn't sure what to do with it. Although I loved it there, in some ways I'm glad to be home. I was starting to miss my soft pillow, fluffy blanky and steady supply of Bearbear snacks. Disney made me so happy that I just wanted to roll around and laugh all day, but I am just as happy, if not happier, rolling around on my fluffy blanky. For me, I guess home is my absolute happiest place, but Disneyworld is definitely *almost* the happiest place on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-1110528798882372775?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1110528798882372775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=1110528798882372775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1110528798882372775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1110528798882372775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='Almost The Happiest Place On Earth'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-6278234475799011361</id><published>2008-04-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:04:20.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunchies and Stretchies</title><content type='html'>Lately, my tummy has been getting rounder and rounder, and I have been moving slower and slower. So, Bearbearette is making me eat healthier and do bearbearcises. She's not allowing me to eat as many bearbear snacks, chocolates, or cookies as I want. Which makes me kind of sad. But sometimes I sneak 1 or 2 bearbear snacks a day. *sshhhh* don't tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my bearbearcises are harder for me to do. For example, I tried to do some crunchies. Even though I try my hardest to keep my back and neck lined up, it's just really hard for me because my back is naturally round. So often I end up rocking back and forth. Pearpear made fun of me, and said I looked like an upside-down turtle. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been taking more baby steps, and doing little stretchies instead. Even that can be a big task sometimes; it's not easy to make my arms come out farther you know, although I can do a pretty good job touching my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's hard, and sometimes it hurts, and I miss all the cookies and ice cream, I know that this is better for my round tummy in the end. Besides, Bearbearette and I made a deal: if I do 30 stretchies each day for 5 days, or if I can make it to 10 crunchies at one time, I can have myself a cookie, a scoop of ice cream, or a chocolate bar! So if I work really hard, I can reward myself, and become a healthier little bearbear! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-6278234475799011361?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6278234475799011361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=6278234475799011361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/6278234475799011361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/6278234475799011361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/04/crunchies-and-stretchies.html' title='Crunchies and Stretchies'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-490855991942928187</id><published>2008-03-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:24:19.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Lil Bit</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been feeling just a lil bit down. Bearbearette has gotten a hobby of collecting ribbons and scrap fabric and turning them into decorations around the house. She's been doing this every day, between breakfast and lunch, lunch and dinner, after dinner and before bed. She put some silver ribbons on the lamp and some blue ribbons on the candle stands. She tried to put some pink ribbons on my tail, but I ran away. Meanwhile, Pearpear has been reading in the corner by himself. Whenever I try to go over and find out what he's reading, he doesn't notice me because his face is buried deep in his book. I'm not very good at reading big books, so I'm not really sure what it's about except I think it has something to do with saving the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to interrupt Bearbearette because she seems to be having a lot of fun with her ribbons, and I don't want to bother Pearpear because his book looks important. What should I do? At times like these, I miss Jackson Kitty even more. He's the only one who could sit between my ears without making me ow ow. (Pearpear and Bearbearette have tried, and believe me, it ow owed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be just a lil bit lonely. I'm glad it's almost going to be the weekend, because then maybe we can all go out to play. Yes, that would be lovely, when we can all go out and play, even if it is for just a lil bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-490855991942928187?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/490855991942928187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=490855991942928187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/490855991942928187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/490855991942928187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-lil-bit.html' title='Just A Lil Bit'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-7862909189889986111</id><published>2008-03-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:52:42.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been A Bad Lil Bearbear...</title><content type='html'>Oh dear me,  I've been a bad lil bearbear. I'm vewy vewy sowwiee for being silent for almost a year. A year! How did I let this happen? Well see, back in Spring of last year, Pearpear, Bearbearette &amp;amp; I took a vacation to Maui. It was a nice, long vacation, without interruptions, angry people, or the internet. And alas, after not using my blog for such a long time, silly lil me simply forgot! *scratching my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this little nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Then last week, Bearbearette says to me, "Bearbear, what have you been telling The People recently about us?" and I said, "The People? Telling? Us?"&lt;br /&gt;And Bearbearette gasped, "You mean you didn't tell them about our trips, how we spent the winter holidays, and what you did (not) do on Valentine's Day???" Then she bit my tail and then I remembered...yeeeeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But goodness me, there was one more step -- I had forgotten how to sign on! So I searched and searched my room for the little blue note I had hidden with my account and password. I searched on the table, inside the kitchen cabinet, below my bed, in the pillow, behind the curtains and under Pearpear's butt. Finally I found it, and here I am! So again, I'm sowwie for being a bad lil bearbear. Will you please forgive me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-7862909189889986111?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7862909189889986111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=7862909189889986111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/7862909189889986111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/7862909189889986111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-bad-lil-bearbear.html' title='I&apos;ve Been A Bad Lil Bearbear...'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-4614914366958451822</id><published>2007-04-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:55:46.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>A long long time ago, I was given the name, Bearbear. People sometimes ask "Why is your name *just* Bearbear?" "Why is Bearbearette named Bearbearette?" and "Why is Pearpear Pearpear?" (certain people ask that with a snooty tone, which we really do not appreciate.) Some people wonder why we don't have human names like Bobby or Peter or Bonnie. Some people wonder why we don't have pet names like Fluffy or Sparky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't like those names. I'm not a human, and I'm not a pet! I like my name just the way it is. After all, my name gets to the point, and it reiterates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-4614914366958451822?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4614914366958451822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=4614914366958451822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/4614914366958451822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/4614914366958451822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-441814679750062486</id><published>2007-03-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:51:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>Today is beautifully sunny and bright. It's been getting so nice and warm now, even though it's only March, so we got some ice cream! I wanted coffee ice cream cuz that's my favorite, but Bearbearette said we should try something new. Usually, I like to get coffee ice cream and eat it with a warm brownie. Bearbearette likes strawberry ice cream, especially the kind that has little bits of strawberry in it. Pearpear says he doesn't care and that he's got better things to do than discuss ice cream flavors; but we all know he's got a sweet spot for chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get cookies &amp; cream and butter pecan this time, because all three of us like cookies &amp;amp; cream, and the butter pecan is something we haven't really tried much. I'm not sure I understand why it's "butter" pecan; I see the pecans, but where's the butter? It just tastes sugary to me. Besides, shouldn't butter go on popcorn? Does this mean I should be eating popcorn with my ice cream now? Oh well, I'm going to go enjoy my ice cream now because it makes me smile =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-441814679750062486?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/441814679750062486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=441814679750062486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/441814679750062486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/441814679750062486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/ice-cream-makes-me-smile.html' title='Ice Cream Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-1307298382644461667</id><published>2007-01-23T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:37:44.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk &amp; Cookies</title><content type='html'>Today Pearpear, Bearbearette and I went out to buy some cookies. At the shop, there was this tall man with a skinny moustache  and big ugg boots asking the Cookie Lady how he could switch the peanut butter fudge swirl cookies he had previously taken with the plain sugar cookies instead. The Cookie Lady explained that he could use the plain sugar cookie tongs to grab the new plain sugar cookies from the plain sugar cookie tray, and put the peanut butter fudge swirl cookies back onto the peanut butter fudge swirl cookies tray with the peanut butter fudge swirl cookie tongs. The Big Boot Man said this was a hassle, and didn't understand why he had to use the plain sugar cookie tongs which were farther from his reach. He also said he doesn't want to use any "stupid tongs" that don't work right, and demanded to know why he can't just switch the cookies right away. The Cookie Lady explained that an exchange was possible, but that specific tongs must be used to avoid cross-contamination and keep everyone safer and cleaner. The Big Boot Man then yelled at the Cookie Lady and demanded she find someone who could help him exchange his cookies without wasting his time. The Cookie Lady offered to grab the plain sugar cookies for him and put back the peanut butter fudge swirl cookies, but the Big Boot Man called her useless and demanded to speak to the baker who "actually knows what he's doing." The Cookie Lady explained that everyone in the shop was equally equipped to assist him and that she'd be glad to help him switch. At this point, the man lost his temper completely, knocked the cookie trays to the ground, and stormed out of the store, shouting that he'll be back to tell the baker and everyone else in the shop that the Cookie Lady refused to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearpear, Bearbearette and I were so scared that we were shivering in the corner. The Cookie Lady was being nice to the Big Boot Man and trying to help him; I don't understand why he yelled at her. What makes someone such an angry person who yells at strangers who were politely trying to help him after he made a mistake? My goodness! I wonder what people are thinking when they can take a person's words and actions and interpret them in the exact opposite manner. Are they just mad to begin with? Maybe he was just having a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was such a waste of cookies too...hm...Milk &amp;amp; cookies sound good right now. They make me happy. Maybe if the Big Boot Man had eaten some milk and cookies first, he would have been happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-1307298382644461667?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1307298382644461667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=1307298382644461667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1307298382644461667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1307298382644461667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-use-crying-over-spilled-milk-cookies.html' title='No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk &amp; Cookies'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-2362831899264488805</id><published>2007-01-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:47:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearpear's Plea!</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. I don't mean to bum everyone out, but this is very bearbeary important. Pearpear has a very urgent announcement to make, and I'm going to turn this post over to him now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, bearbears and all: I have recently learned some sad sad news that really breaks my little Pearpear heart. My friends and family back up in the North Pole are in trouble. We are quickly losing our home, our food, our way of life. All this global warming, all this greenhouse gas, it's hurting us! It's killing us! To read more, see this news piece: &lt;a href="http://newsblaze.com/story/20070105075606tsop.nb/newsblaze/TOPSTORY/Top-Stories.html"&gt;Polar Bears Face Serious Threat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, all of you, to please help! Why, just the other day, my second cousin on my pop-pop's side once removed drowned because she couldn't make it to the nearest ice caps, which are moving farther and farther apart. In case you don't know, the ice IS the land under our feet, it's what we live on, and this ice, well, it's melting! You might be thinking, well, it's ice; ice melts. Yes, ice melts, but the sea ice in the North Pole is melting at an alarming rate, so quickly that it is really really hurting us. It's as if someone came by your house w/ a bulldozer and destroyed the whole thing, AND also took away all your food! Except there isn't a particular someone doing this to our homes...it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;. And I know that you don't mean to do it, I know you aren't trying to kill off all the polar bears and make our homes melt, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking you to give me money to send back home, I'm not asking you to travel all the way to the North Pole to feed us, I'm not asking you to join any protests, and I'm definitely not asking you to adopt everyone from up there. I'm simply asking you to please be aware. Be aware of all the little things you do that are contributing to this tragedy, and all the little things you could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the mall this weekend? Please carpool with some friends instead of meeting them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading that magazine while drinking your can of soda? Put them in the recycling bin instead of the trash can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a new car? Check out a more fuel efficient option rather than a big ol' gas- guzzling SUV or Hummer, even if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make you feel cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP PLEASE HELP! SAVE US PLEASE! *tears in eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-2362831899264488805?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2362831899264488805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=2362831899264488805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/2362831899264488805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/2362831899264488805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/pearpears-plea.html' title='Pearpear&apos;s Plea!'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-1574810904516503844</id><published>2006-12-30T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:43:30.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright &amp; Shiny &amp; Round</title><content type='html'>We moved to a new apartment a couple weeks ago, after the two-month long search for our new home. I like our new home. It's in Sunny Bearbearland and it's blue. We went furniture shopping, and put in some pretty blue curtains today. We also have a new lamp to make things bright and shiny inside. I like bright and shiny things, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I don't like, though, is a tummy ache. With the holidays, we've been feasting day in and day out, and my tummy's about to explode! Bearbearette says I only have myself to blame though. I guess she's right...And a full tummy makes me feel like napping, and when I get up, I see my tummy has gotten rounder and rounder. But then, I've been eating things like steak and pasta and sushi and cake and chili cheese fries and dim sum and ice cream~ I guess it's worth it! 0(O^;^O)0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-1574810904516503844?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1574810904516503844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=1574810904516503844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1574810904516503844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/1574810904516503844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/bright-shiny-round.html' title='Bright &amp; Shiny &amp; Round'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-6111785780338972751</id><published>2006-12-24T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:37:32.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season~</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long since I've come on to say 'hi.' Silly me, I forgot my username and password! *hangs head down in shame* There's just been so much going on lately, that my mind is rather scattered. For now, I'd just like to say, Happy Holidays everyone! Eat lots, laugh lots, and be very very happy! Hugs &amp; kisses from Bearbearette, Pearpear, and myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-6111785780338972751?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6111785780338972751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=6111785780338972751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/6111785780338972751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/6111785780338972751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season~'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116478963920721493</id><published>2006-11-29T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:40:39.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosemuffs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>It's been getting super cold these past few days. Every time I walk outside, my nose freezes up. This is rather painful for me, since I don't have my nose fuzz anymore. I used to have my nose fuzz, but no more. Long story that makes me tremble every time I think about it. Maybe I'll get into it another day. Bearbearette and Pearpear still have theirs, so they don't really understand me when I say owie. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make earmuffs, but do they make nosemuffs? Cuz I think I need one. Jackson Kitty had a scarf. I've considered getting a scarf, but then I realized in all likelihood, it'll be difficult to find one that'll fit around my neck.  Ok, it's huddle-under-the-covers time again. Brrr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116478963920721493?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116478963920721493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116478963920721493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116478963920721493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116478963920721493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/nosemuffs-anyone.html' title='Nosemuffs, anyone?'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116442027574072184</id><published>2006-11-24T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:04:35.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving! Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday, and a wonderful weekend. I love long weekends! I didn't have turkey for Thanksgiving though, cuz a turkey's bigger than I am.  But still, plenty of other food, so I ate too much and now I'm having trouble walking. Better than Pearpear though; he overstuffed himself so bad he can barely roll over. Bearbearette's taking care of him now. Why doesn't she take care of me? My tummy's ow ow too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116442027574072184?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116442027574072184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116442027574072184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116442027574072184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116442027574072184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116382129373299903</id><published>2006-11-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:41:33.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Smile for $$$</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, it's been a while since I came on last. I'm sowwie! I've just been busier these last couple of weeks. We're looking for a new home, and have spent many days apartment-hunting. Gosh, apartments can be expensive! And if they're not, then they're filled with stains &amp; bugs &amp;amp; all kinds of nasty things! *sigh* I'm gonna be a homeless bum...Maybe one day you'll see me wandering the streets carrying a sign: "Will smile for $$$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now. It's been one of those days.  I just wanna hide under the covers and never come out. hmph. Why can't there be more sunshine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116382129373299903?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116382129373299903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116382129373299903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116382129373299903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116382129373299903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-smile-for.html' title='Will Smile for $$$'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116304294155161618</id><published>2006-11-08T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:29:01.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves are Falling!</title><content type='html'>Isn't the Fall season just lovely? Pretty red leaves! Sometimes, it's nice to just walk around and enjoy the many colors. And hear the pretty leaves go *crunch crunch* under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although with winter coming and Daylight Savings, it turns pitch black by around 5pm.  It's a bit scary actually~ And, there's been some light rain these past couple days. I forgot my umbrella when I went out to pick up my mail, and now my fur's all matted and clumpy. *boooooo* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, because I can just come home and snuggle under the blanky. Well, except when Bearbearette pushes me out, 'cause she's a grumpy meanie poo when she's sleepy. I suggested once that we get our own blankies, but she punched my nose and walked away, so I guess that's a no. *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116304294155161618?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116304294155161618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116304294155161618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116304294155161618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116304294155161618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/leaves-are-falling.html' title='The Leaves are Falling!'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116244884209984993</id><published>2006-11-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:27:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>And Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know Halloween is over now. But we had such a fun time dressing up and eating candy. Yum yum. Too bad now my tummy hurts. =( Anyways, here's a picture of us dressed up in costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/1600/IMG_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116244884209984993?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116244884209984993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116244884209984993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116244884209984993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116244884209984993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116192632150703907</id><published>2006-10-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:21:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezy Wheezy</title><content type='html'>Oh dear me, I think I am coming down with a cold! *ah-choo!* I feel all cold and shaky *ah choo!* all over, and *ah choo* I've been sneezing nonstop for the past 2 days. I think half my nose has been rubbed off. *sniff sniff* I'm also having trouble breathing right. *wheeze* Come on, Little Lungs, expand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf. I'm going to go huddle under the covers now. *ah-choo!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116192632150703907?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116192632150703907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116192632150703907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116192632150703907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116192632150703907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/sneezy-wheezy.html' title='Sneezy Wheezy'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116165667499259351</id><published>2006-10-23T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:37:33.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Forget the Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/1600/PICT0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/PICT0037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More happy friends! This is a picture of me and Jackson Cat. After several unsuccessful attempts to get the file from the little mew mew over chat, the color bar on the screen finally filled up and the picture popped into my computie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I were roomies back in the day, but I haven't seen him in a while now. He and his mommy moved to the East Coast. The last time I saw him was when we visited before they moved away. I miss the lil guy *sniffle* :( We used to play together all the time. O~ the stories we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116165667499259351?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116165667499259351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116165667499259351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116165667499259351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116165667499259351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-forget-little-guy.html' title='Can&apos;t Forget the Little Guy'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116122676937390437</id><published>2006-10-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:04:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/1600/IMG_2489.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2489.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, I have some very good friends. Here's a picture of us together. That's me on the right. :)  In the middle is Bearbearette (aka Pink Bearbear) and on her other side is Pearpear. I've known Bearbearette for much longer than Pearpear; we met him only a year and half ago. But, he is a bit bigger than us, so we kind of look up to him like a big brother. Even though he does pick on me sometimes and sit on my tail. *boooo* But then again, Bearbearette sometimes likes to pull on my ear. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a friend named Jackson. But I don't have any recent pictures of him. I should ask him for one next time we chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116122676937390437?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116122676937390437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116122676937390437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116122676937390437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116122676937390437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-my-friends.html' title='Me and My Friends!'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881152.post-116060897694497457</id><published>2006-10-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:32:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, I'm Bearbear. Just saying "hello!" for now. What is this "blog" thing anyway? All these buttons confuse me. I guess I'll put more stuff in later after I figure out how to use this, and introduce my friends too. Byebye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This blog is about my life &amp;amp; these are my stories. Feel free to tell your friends about my adventures (yay friends!) but please don't claim them as your own. Be nice please, or else I'll cry. Thank you w/ a Bearbear Hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35881152-116060897694497457?l=bearbears-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116060897694497457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35881152&amp;postID=116060897694497457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116060897694497457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35881152/posts/default/116060897694497457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbears-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome To My World!'/><author><name>Bearbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639018635603997423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/4001/320/IMG_2493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
