I had promised Junior that I'd post some of my bears, so here you go. These are a few of my favorites. I've sent some of my others on to new friends who needed someone special to love on. It is, after all, their job.
This Mama and baby, however, will probably always be with me, since they were given to me by my own Mama, after I was all grown up. And yes, I get all weepy about it.
This one isn't a bear, but the closest I have to a puppy-dog these days. It is so incredibly soft and looks enough like my dear Fefe-girl that it always brings a smile to my face.
And here's a little pink bear. This will sound terrible, but you know what? I can't remember who gave this one to me. Obviously it was a gift, and I feel rather embarrassed that I don't remember its history. You would think that would be hard to forget. But here it is, more proof that my memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
This is not a bear either -- perhaps you can tell. It's a baby picture of me I recently stumbled across. Everyone say "Awww."
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Neato Keeno pictures Trixie. I would send you pictures of the other bears that live with me, but there are to many of them. In the 7 ft by 10 ft office where I am using the computer, in addition to several hundred books and files, there are 118 bears watching me type this. Yes I counted them.
Mrs. Fatman loves bears, and somehow some show up every week here, and I am the head Bear of all of them. Good thing all of them are inantimated (are not alive{except for Willey Post, and Pinky and the Pinky clone, and all of the Star Gazers}).
Almost as many bears leave our house as come in each week. Mrs. Fatman takes the bears to church in a big bag each Sunday. She gives one to every child that visits church that day, or has a new brother or sister, or for their birthday. Her nickname is the Bear Lady. Fatman has several joke about that, none of which I can write down.
Thanks for sharing you pictures with me.
This Week I think I will have a blog about Art and me.\
JTB
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