So 2010 is nearly over now, and I’m writing what Crispy tells me is one of those typical, boring, usual end-of-year blog posts where I look back on the past year and say stuff about next year. I really wish he hadn’t described it to me in that way.

Well, 2010 was a good year for me and the other members of the Bear family. We got our page on Facebook and currently have 188 fans! We interacted a lot more on Twitter, although we only have 69 followers there. Sad face.

The most important thing to happen during the year was the arrival of Pudding Babe into the family, having been delivered in April 2010! With the family now growing to include more bears, hopefully the odd eBay search will turn up another bear next year! As for Pudding, we still haven’t figured out everything about him, although recent traits and actions have shown him to be quite the food lover despite his muteness.

Pepsi, Randoms, biccies and crisps - all together with Pudding Babe. What could possibly go wrong?

Another big thing is that we now have this blog website where we can write little stories about what we get up to! Apparently there have been 705 hits since it was started on May 16th. It’s not all that many, unfortunately, but for a starter blog, I think it’s pretty good!

Now, what to look for in 2011 from us:

• More Twitter
• More blog posts
• More Facebook fans
• Dominance at the Irish Blog Awards 2011 (Mulley, take note pretty please!)

And tons and tons of bear pictures! See you next year!

This is just a quick little message to wish all of my lovely followers a Happy Chrissymas.

In the absence of my Santy hat from last year, here’s me with a Chrissymas card depicting the kind of bear I looked like!

In case you haven’t already heard me say this from my Twitter postings and my Facebook ramblings, I really don’t like the snow. Which probably seems a little counter-intuitive seeing as I am a white bear, and thus do have my roots from being based off of some sort of bipedal polar bear. But, really when you think about it, it all boils down to the fact that snow is just water in a cold, non-ice form, and thus is generally not appreciated by my 100% polyester fur and fluff.

Regardless of this, he still seems almost hell-bent on taking me outside, putting me in snow, and then taking numerous pictures of me.

Right Babe, Wrong Babe, and Clean Babe making snow bears

Also, it’s cold. And a cold bear is not a happy bear, especially as it means there’s less cuddling going around because people don’t want to be cuddling a cold bear when all they want is warmth. Thus there is a bit of a threshold of how cold I can get until everyone will just abandon me and I’ll get even colder in a never-ending downward spiral of temperature. At least until it becomes nice and not snowy again.

Now, I think I’m off back to the hot press until this cold snap is gone.