<?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-33187800</id><updated>2012-02-02T17:48:59.366-07:00</updated><category term='Things Richard Scarry Would Like'/><category term='Gettin&apos; In Trouble'/><category term='Ph&apos;losophy'/><category term='&apos;Bout Speedy'/><category term='Our Foster Brother'/><category term='&apos;Bout Wilbs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='A Meme'/><category term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><category term='A Post By Roma'/><category term='The David B'/><category term='My Birthday'/><category term='Famous Bloggin&apos; Animals'/><category term='&apos;Spectations'/><category term='Uncle Kermit'/><category term='Ice Cream'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Doin&apos; Some Skiin&apos;'/><category term='A Survey'/><category term='Somethin&apos; Kinda Scary'/><category term='&apos;Bout Sammi'/><category term='Havin&apos; A Bath'/><category term='Some Stuff'/><category term='Bacation'/><category term='Grownups In Their Jammies'/><title type='text'>Get a Klu</title><subtitle type='html'>things that Klu wants to say, and some stuff he wants to show you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3520075151637984902</id><published>2010-10-24T08:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:41:58.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Camping Trip to Vernal</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me again, Klu the Bear, doin' some bloggin'.  I didn't do no bloggin' for a while.  Sometimes I do lots of bloggin' and sometimes I don't do no bloggin' cuz I'm doin' other stuff like goin' on bacation.  This blog is 'bout our bacation to Vernal.  Auntie E came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for my Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms to get ready for bacation.  Here's a picture of me doin' some waitin' and bein' bored before we went on our bacation.  I was sitting in Big Mummy's purse so she couldn't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMReq9_AkoI/AAAAAAAABAM/oJKwwDR-GKo/s1600/Vernal+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMReq9_AkoI/AAAAAAAABAM/oJKwwDR-GKo/s320/Vernal+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650334604169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the prettiest campground you ever saw.  Here's a picture of the prettiest campground you ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRedVZ9GgI/AAAAAAAABAE/WSPCoUzld10/s1600/Vernal+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRedVZ9GgI/AAAAAAAABAE/WSPCoUzld10/s320/Vernal+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650100373035522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some sittin' and some lookin' and the prettiest campground you ever saw while Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms set up our tent.  Here's a picture of me doin' some sittin' and some lookin' while Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms set up our tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRecub86HI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fGYSxmkGfSQ/s1600/Vernal+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRecub86HI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fGYSxmkGfSQ/s320/Vernal+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650089912428658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRe-AJbGKI/AAAAAAAABAU/xO49MM6w27I/s1600/Vernal+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRe-AJbGKI/AAAAAAAABAU/xO49MM6w27I/s320/Vernal+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650661602236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie E came and she made a campfire.  She's the best campfire-maker I ever knew.  Here's a picture of me sitting on Uncle Kerms's lap and watchin' the campfire that Auntie E made.  (I love Auntie E somethin' fierce.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRebsyJLrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RZAyIWUkn9s/s1600/Vernal+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRebsyJLrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RZAyIWUkn9s/s320/Vernal+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650072288767666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do some campin', you get to sleep in the tent.  Here's a picture of me and my Big Mummy wakin' up in the tent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRebQDjqJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nqqZV2fk_U8/s1600/Vernal+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMRebQDjqJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nqqZV2fk_U8/s320/Vernal+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650064577177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms was already up cuz he had to make the coffee and the oatmeal.  Grownups need to drink coffee even when they're doin' some campin'.  I just ate oatmeal and drank milk.  Here's a picture of me eatin' some oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMReah12pnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/b7tcHhhhQn4/s1600/Vernal+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMReah12pnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/b7tcHhhhQn4/s320/Vernal+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531650052171671154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots more to tell you 'bout our bacation, but I gotta go now cuz Wilbsie wants to do some playin'.  I'll tell you more 'bout our bacation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear (Huh huh.  That's funny.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3520075151637984902?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3520075151637984902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3520075151637984902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3520075151637984902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3520075151637984902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-camping-trip-to-vernal.html' title='Our Camping Trip to Vernal'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TMReq9_AkoI/AAAAAAAABAM/oJKwwDR-GKo/s72-c/Vernal+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1783702652884906181</id><published>2010-09-18T18:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T18:25:22.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Uncle Kerms Watch Pootball on the Weekends - POW!</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.  Um, I wanna tell you 'bout what me and Uncle Kerms do on the weekends.  We always watch the pootball.   We gotta see how our Donkeys are doin'.  (Our Donkeys are the Broncos, but we call them the Donkeys.  Huh.  That makes me laugh.)  When we watch our Donkeys, I'm 'llowed to do some cussin'.  Most of the time I'm not 'llowed to do some cussin', but Uncle Kerms says sometimes you need to do some cussin' when we're watchin' our Donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me sittin' on the sofa, watchin' our Donkeys, and doin' some cussin'.  Uncle Kerms was sittin' there too, but I can't post a picture of him cuz 'dults have to be 'nnonymous on my blog (Get a Klu).  (Big Mummy says I can't write any cuss words on my blog, so I can't tell you what we were sayin' when our Donkeys did something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV9wskWDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/L6ifJ8mE5WI/s1600/pootball+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV9wskWDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/L6ifJ8mE5WI/s320/pootball+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518411437944625202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the game got so 'citing that I had to sit on the coffee table.  Here's some pictures of me sittin' on the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV9DDh7RI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MtA3KGxMhBc/s1600/pootball+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV9DDh7RI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MtA3KGxMhBc/s320/pootball+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518411425692904722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV8jqmE1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/w55ApaR_zW8/s1600/pootball+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV8jqmE1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/w55ApaR_zW8/s320/pootball+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518411417266819922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from last weekend.  Um, I gotta go now and ask Uncle Kerms if we're gonna watch our Donkeys this weekend.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1783702652884906181?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1783702652884906181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1783702652884906181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1783702652884906181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1783702652884906181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-and-uncle-kerms-watch-pootball-on.html' title='Me and Uncle Kerms Watch Pootball on the Weekends - POW!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TJVV9wskWDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/L6ifJ8mE5WI/s72-c/pootball+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-898665164395489313</id><published>2010-09-11T16:57:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:03:58.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Kids Just Did Some Weighin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and the other kids were doin' some playin', like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0Fi91FLTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FGvGZik0kpM/s1600/The+Scale+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0Fi91FLTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FGvGZik0kpM/s320/The+Scale+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516071216869616946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playin' with Dars and Wilbs, but Bruno and Speedy weren't there.  They were playin' with Big Mummy's new scale.  She got a new scale to weigh stuff that she sells on her &lt;a href="http://www.magiccarpetdancearts.etsy.com"&gt;shop for grownup ladies that do some belly dancin'&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's a picture of Bruns on the scale, doin' some weighin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0FiRNdVII/AAAAAAAAA-8/7OSFhglwgMk/s1600/The+Scale+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0FiRNdVII/AAAAAAAAA-8/7OSFhglwgMk/s320/The+Scale+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516071204892267650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Speedy decided he wanted to do some weighin' too.  Here's a picture of Speeds doin' some weighin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0FhgHpPRI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jUNR8w4DZaM/s1600/The+Scale+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0FhgHpPRI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jUNR8w4DZaM/s320/The+Scale+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516071191714544914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Speeds decided to see how much his bling weighs.  Speeds really like his bling, you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E1kuVDAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ylAlQNdnrGU/s1600/The+Scale+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E1kuVDAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ylAlQNdnrGU/s320/The+Scale+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516070437036297218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wilbs decided to stop doin' some playin' with me cuz she wanted to do some weighin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E1EQPE4I/AAAAAAAAA-k/USKBlphWE6U/s1600/The+Scale+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E1EQPE4I/AAAAAAAAA-k/USKBlphWE6U/s320/The+Scale+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516070428320142210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even Dars decided to do some weighin' so I didn't have anyone to play with anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E0fONw8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/uVaKV0VqNws/s1600/The+Scale+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0E0fONw8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/uVaKV0VqNws/s320/The+Scale+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516070418379555778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I'd better do some weighin' too.  Here's a picture of me doin' some weighin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0Ezz0fMuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/P48Roaql4iQ/s1600/The+Scale+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0Ezz0fMuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/P48Roaql4iQ/s320/The+Scale+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516070406728921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna Ganna didn't want to do any weighin'.  She just flew around our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0EzSiDehI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8BFafj9To4Y/s1600/The+Scale+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0EzSiDehI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8BFafj9To4Y/s320/The+Scale+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516070397793237522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can leave me a comment and guess which one of us is the biggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-898665164395489313?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/898665164395489313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=898665164395489313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/898665164395489313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/898665164395489313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-kids-just-did-some-weighin.html' title='We Kids Just Did Some Weighin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TI0Fi91FLTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FGvGZik0kpM/s72-c/The+Scale+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2883366159943032729</id><published>2010-09-06T07:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:43:35.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna 'Dopt a Baby Porcupine</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear, and I have a great idea!  I wanna 'dopt a baby porcupine.  Somebody sent Big Mummy an email with pictures of a baby porcupine.  Here's a picture of the baby porcupine.  It's smaller than Wilbs.  Isn't it the cutest baby porcupine you ever knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6qRyUeTI/AAAAAAAAA98/Xnt7nO-5atI/s1600/Baby+Porcupine+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6qRyUeTI/AAAAAAAAA98/Xnt7nO-5atI/s320/Baby+Porcupine+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513807448044239154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we can 'dopt the one in the pictures, cuz maybe it's already got a family, so maybe we gotta find a different baby porcupine to 'dopt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6pmYLTmI/AAAAAAAAA90/8eSPDFl-kek/s1600/Baby+Porcupine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6pmYLTmI/AAAAAAAAA90/8eSPDFl-kek/s320/Baby+Porcupine+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513807436391861858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, now I'm all confused cuz Big Mummy came in while I was writing my post and said it's not a baby porcupine after all; it's a baby hedgehog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6o0LlVmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/JjwB8CMww2s/s1600/Baby+Porcupine+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6o0LlVmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/JjwB8CMww2s/s320/Baby+Porcupine+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513807422917269090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got on Wikipedia and looked at some pictures of hedgehogs and porcupines, and I think my Big Mummy is right:  it's a baby hedgehog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6oLH76FI/AAAAAAAAA9k/_ZrTg7dUJqw/s1600/Baby+Porcupine+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6oLH76FI/AAAAAAAAA9k/_ZrTg7dUJqw/s320/Baby+Porcupine+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513807411896117330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just learned how hedgehogs can roll up inside their own skin, just like the baby hedgehog in this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6nilc7pI/AAAAAAAAA9c/IRA5Ev2pBaA/s1600/Baby+Porcupine+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6nilc7pI/AAAAAAAAA9c/IRA5Ev2pBaA/s320/Baby+Porcupine+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513807401014062738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, so this is a kinda confusing post on my blog (Get A Klu) cuz I started out saying I wanna 'dopt a baby porcupine, but now I changed my mind.  I wanna 'dopt a baby hedgehog.  Don't they got the cutest ears and feet you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go do some playin' with the other kids now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2883366159943032729?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2883366159943032729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2883366159943032729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2883366159943032729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2883366159943032729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wanna-dopt-baby-porcupine.html' title='I Wanna &apos;Dopt a Baby Porcupine'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TIT6qRyUeTI/AAAAAAAAA98/Xnt7nO-5atI/s72-c/Baby+Porcupine+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2701049681883129056</id><published>2010-08-29T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:15:08.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little 'Venture</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I didn't do no bloggin' for a while, but now I'm going to again.  I just got back from a trip with my Big Mummy to go take care of her Big Mummy.  I wanted to do some bloggin' on our trip, but Big Mummy was kind of 'stracted and she kept forgetting to take some photos of me havin' my 'ventures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day she took photos of my doin' some lookin' out the window of our hotel in Seattle.  Our room was on the 14th floor, so I could do some good lookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/THsdwGaiqsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/RssSeYjIC6o/s1600/Klu+in+Seattle+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/THsdwGaiqsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/RssSeYjIC6o/s400/Klu+in+Seattle+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511031281210796738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did a lot of rainin' in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2701049681883129056?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2701049681883129056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2701049681883129056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2701049681883129056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2701049681883129056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-little-venture.html' title='Just a Little &apos;Venture'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/THsdwGaiqsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/RssSeYjIC6o/s72-c/Klu+in+Seattle+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3567517122973564811</id><published>2010-07-06T21:02:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:02:53.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Our Bacation in Slider! (Speedy Had To Leave His Bling At Home)</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear.  (Huh huh, that made me laugh.)  I didn't do so much bloggin' for a few days cuz we went on a bacation.  It wasn't a bacation of a lifetime like we had one time on a boat, but it was a pretty good bacation anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy went on our bacation with us.  Here's a picture of him and Janna Ganna Lois Cheerio (she's a gannet, you know) before we went on bacation.  Usually Speedy doesn't let anyone sit on his rock, but he told Janna Ganna Lois Cheerio that she could sit on his rock if she watched his bling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzMwvLUmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_ygmO-vwyTE/s1600/vacation+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzMwvLUmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_ygmO-vwyTE/s400/vacation+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999771261522530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Janna Ganna Lois Cheerio sittin' on Speedy's rock and watchin' his bling for him.  Isn't she the cutest gannet you ever knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzMfnjhfI/AAAAAAAAA88/kDCIgR088kY/s1600/vacation+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzMfnjhfI/AAAAAAAAA88/kDCIgR088kY/s400/vacation+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999766666151410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go on bacation in the car, we always ride in our special spot.  Here's some pictures of me and Speedy doin' some ridin' in our favorite spot.  In the first one, Speedy is doin' some jammin' to some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzML649dI/AAAAAAAAA80/Cr6NQS3aV9E/s1600/vacation+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzLUIOxRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/iKYleN2rGIE/s1600/vacation+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzLUIOxRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/iKYleN2rGIE/s400/vacation+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999746402108690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPymZ8UegI/AAAAAAAAA8k/_srIvS9BkO4/s1600/vacation+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPylx1EXBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5bZx15dY3eA/s1600/vacation+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPylx1EXBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5bZx15dY3eA/s400/vacation+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999101539769362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our bacation, we rode our bikes.  Here's some pictures of us watchin' Uncle Kerms get our bikes ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPylU1ubNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/L2Eb8HJehhI/s1600/vacation+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPylU1ubNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/L2Eb8HJehhI/s400/vacation+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999093757897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPyk8g-bdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9M7XnyaONO8/s1600/vacation+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPyk8g-bdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9M7XnyaONO8/s400/vacation+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999087228415442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Speedy got tired of watchin' and started doin' some 'vestigatin' (like Wilbs the Pig, but she wasn't on our bacation).  Here's a picture of Speedy doin' some 'vestigatin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxrW6_6QI/AAAAAAAAA7k/C0-Ma7J-sVw/s1600/vacation+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxrW6_6QI/AAAAAAAAA7k/C0-Ma7J-sVw/s400/vacation+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490998097884473602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Speedy got tired of doin' some 'vestigatin' so he hopped down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxrvNER8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/WjA9foeEYSY/s1600/vacation+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxrvNER8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/WjA9foeEYSY/s400/vacation+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490998104402708418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided we should go look for a stream.  We could hear the stream so we went off to do some 'splorin' for the stream.  Here's a picture of us after we did some 'splorin' and found the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDP4JKAxDAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/LfpXDvTmBX4/s1600/vacation+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDP4JKAxDAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/LfpXDvTmBX4/s400/vacation+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491005206884846594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy liked the stream a lot.  He 'specially liked a rock by the stream.  He's a turtle, you know, and turtles like rocks a lot.  But then Big Mummy called us and said it was time to ride our bikes.  Here's a picture of us running back to the car after Big Mummy called us and said it was time to ride our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPykATzp6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/nQfYMJGC4nI/s1600/vacation+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPykATzp6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/nQfYMJGC4nI/s400/vacation+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490999071067056034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got all loaded up in Big Mummy's backpack, but Speedy kept lookin' back at the stream and the rock.  Here's a picture of Speedy lookin' back at the stream and the rock.  I don't think he wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxsV8PAmI/AAAAAAAAA70/cXAGsI16oJ0/s1600/vacation+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPxsV8PAmI/AAAAAAAAA70/cXAGsI16oJ0/s400/vacation+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490998114801091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Big Mummy put on her helmet and we started ridin' and it was the best bike ride ever.  (I can't post any pictures of the bike ride cuz we were going too fast to take pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got done with our bike ride, me and Speedy went back to the stream and the rock while Uncle Kerms put the bikes back on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I think the stream and the rock were Speedy's favorite part of our bike ride.  He's a turtle, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS.  Uncle Kerms is going to build a bike for me, but he says my legs have to grow some more first.  I just checked, and I don't think they grew at all today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3567517122973564811?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3567517122973564811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3567517122973564811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3567517122973564811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3567517122973564811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-bacation-in-slider-speedy-had-to.html' title='Our Bacation in Slider! (Speedy Had To Leave His Bling At Home)'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TDPzMwvLUmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_ygmO-vwyTE/s72-c/vacation+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-856287108098591487</id><published>2010-06-29T07:02:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:42:40.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><title type='text'>Dars Is Completely CRAZY 'Bout Coffee</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear, and this is my blog 'bout how Dars is completely CRAZY 'bout coffee.  Every morning when Uncle Kerms is makin' the coffee, she's doin' some helpin' and some pesterin'.  'Specially some pesterin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always wants to smell the coffee beans when Uncle Kerms opens the jar. Here's a picture of her smellin' the coffee beans when Uncle Kerms opens the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnzr74FyqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/u_nLYqNJztg/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnzr74FyqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/u_nLYqNJztg/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488185557060536994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to climb up and watch him pour the coffee beans into the grinder.  Here's a picture of Dars climbin' up and watchin' Uncle Kerms pour the coffee beans into the grinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnzrdMBq6I/AAAAAAAAA7M/Kua71rosx0U/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnzrdMBq6I/AAAAAAAAA7M/Kua71rosx0U/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488185548822653858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to climb down and push the button to start the grinder.  (You should hear her mwack if Uncle Kerms forgets and pushes the button himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyti2eP0I/AAAAAAAAA7E/FI5n8VnHCd8/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyti2eP0I/AAAAAAAAA7E/FI5n8VnHCd8/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488184485190975298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to stick her head in the place where the coffee crumbs come out to do some watchin'.  Here's a picture of Dars stickin' her head in the place where the coffee crumbs come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnys5BPzkI/AAAAAAAAA68/vRnfMyIRWuU/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnys5BPzkI/AAAAAAAAA68/vRnfMyIRWuU/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488184473961877058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to climb back up to see how many coffee beans are left.  (She does it like this every morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnysrTsFNI/AAAAAAAAA60/msmwoI_gr-4/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnysrTsFNI/AAAAAAAAA60/msmwoI_gr-4/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488184470281131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes back to doin' some watchin' where the coffee crumbs come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyr_VE4PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XGkzFdLHsac/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyr_VE4PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XGkzFdLHsac/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488184458475790578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to do some sniffin' when Uncle Kerms pulls the little box out.  Here's a picture of Dars doin' some sniffin' when Uncle Kerms pulls the box out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyrVWyJYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-uauFBOSXRI/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnyrVWyJYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-uauFBOSXRI/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488184447208662402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to do some supervisin' when Uncle Kerms puts the coffee crumbs in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvhhxLP0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/cMzDhEZggkg/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvhhxLP0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/cMzDhEZggkg/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180980207009602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvhBYW4nI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkFeIK1fDKM/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvhBYW4nI/AAAAAAAAA6U/YkFeIK1fDKM/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180971512980082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has to press the button to turn the machine on.  (You should hear her mwack if Uncle Kerms forgets and turns the machine on himself.)  Then she does some waitin'.  Here's a picture of Dars doin' some waitin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvgn5bTEI/AAAAAAAAA6M/PhawpKZGCXg/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvgn5bTEI/AAAAAAAAA6M/PhawpKZGCXg/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180964672359490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms gives Dars a little cup of coffee every morning.  (If he let her have any more than just a little cup, she'd be completely crazy all day.)  She sticks her beak in and does some slurpin'.  Here's a picture of Dars stickin' her beak in her coffee and doin' some slurpin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvf3P0MGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VB9t0mQ7jvs/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvf3P0MGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VB9t0mQ7jvs/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180951612928098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvfdj0giI/AAAAAAAAA58/VYfMBvNIjjY/s1600/Dars+Likes+Coffee+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnvfdj0giI/AAAAAAAAA58/VYfMBvNIjjY/s400/Dars+Likes+Coffee+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180944717513250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she the cutest baby duck you ever knew?  'Cept she has really bad coffee breath after she does some slurpin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-856287108098591487?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/856287108098591487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=856287108098591487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/856287108098591487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/856287108098591487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/dars-is-completely-crazy-bout-coffee.html' title='Dars Is Completely CRAZY &apos;Bout Coffee'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCnzr74FyqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/u_nLYqNJztg/s72-c/Dars+Likes+Coffee+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-258784197644081212</id><published>2010-06-23T06:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:00:08.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Didn't Work</title><content type='html'>Good morning, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!  I went out on the balcony yesterday to do some lookin', and the neighbor's tinfoil to keep the bunnies out of his planter boxes didn't work.  Here's some pictures of the tinfoil not workin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBIbF7W4I/AAAAAAAAA5U/dN9D1eVQBcY/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBIbF7W4I/AAAAAAAAA5U/dN9D1eVQBcY/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485948540313885570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBKoJkCGI/AAAAAAAAA50/YXnr0v7jPow/s1600/It+Didn%27t+Work+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBKoJkCGI/AAAAAAAAA50/YXnr0v7jPow/s400/It+Didn%27t+Work+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485948578178533474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBKJ61wfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/QaXeUfoTbcQ/s1600/It+Didn%27t+Work+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBKJ61wfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/QaXeUfoTbcQ/s400/It+Didn%27t+Work+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485948570063716850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of the baby bunny that made the tinfoil not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBJjjzTtI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ifxSk6UlUAU/s1600/It+Didn%27t+Work+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBJjjzTtI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ifxSk6UlUAU/s400/It+Didn%27t+Work+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485948559766539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBJIpyEtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/74DGFVODhao/s1600/It+Didn%27t+Work+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBJIpyEtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/74DGFVODhao/s400/It+Didn%27t+Work+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485948552543867602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out and did some lookin' just now, and look what the neighbor did to his planter boxes!  Here's some pictures of what the neighbor did to his planter boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIARWc-u2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/d1scOTZoOUU/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIARWc-u2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/d1scOTZoOUU/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485947594175593314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAQ6VTwkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/6vxVKqR5Gt0/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAQ6VTwkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/6vxVKqR5Gt0/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485947586627224130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the baby bunny came back to do some lookin' at what the neighbor did to his planter boxes.  (Two grown-up bunnies came too, but I didn't get any good pictures of them.)  Here's a picture of the baby bunny comin' back to do some lookin' at what the neighbor did to his planter boxes.  Isn't it the cutest baby bunny you ever knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAQF4ch7I/AAAAAAAAA48/viy4142ySAY/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAQF4ch7I/AAAAAAAAA48/viy4142ySAY/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485947572547520434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the baby bunny's bottom, behind one of the flower pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAPvRxM_I/AAAAAAAAA40/D16LIIDKxlM/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAPvRxM_I/AAAAAAAAA40/D16LIIDKxlM/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485947566479717362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the baby bunny by the neighbor's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAOzTLONI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mfb1ejuUeJM/s1600/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIAOzTLONI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mfb1ejuUeJM/s400/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485947550379489490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, everyone who voted that the tinfoil would work was wrong.  Uncle Kerms thought the tinfoil would work, but he was wrong.  But I think the bricks and chicken wire will keep the bunnies from diggin' in the neighbor's dirt.  But can't they still hop up and eat his begetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I used to want to 'dopt the baby bunny, cuz it's the cutest baby bunny I ever knew, but I don't want to now.  Bunnies are a lot of trouble.  Almost as much trouble as Wilbs (she's a pig, you know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-258784197644081212?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/258784197644081212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=258784197644081212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/258784197644081212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/258784197644081212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-didnt-work.html' title='It Didn&apos;t Work'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TCIBIbF7W4I/AAAAAAAAA5U/dN9D1eVQBcY/s72-c/Bricks+and+Chicken+Wire+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4261462135276882928</id><published>2010-06-20T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:42:32.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Vote 'Bout the Neighbor and the Bunnies By Leavin' Me A Comment</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on the balcony to do some lookin' just now, and the neighbor was out there doin' something funny with his planter boxes.  He was still in his pajamas, and his bottom was stickin' up at me, and I wanted to take a picture of him doin' something funny with his planter boxes, but Big Mummy wouldn't let me.  (His bottom look really funny, stickin' up at me.  His pajamas were blue plaid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40Nh0W-_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/sIs8WTLOLsc/s1600/2010-06-20+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40Nh0W-_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/sIs8WTLOLsc/s400/2010-06-20+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484878803204766706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited until he was done doin' something funny with his planter boxes.  Here's some pictures of what he did with his planter boxes.  I think he's tryin' to keep the bunnies from doin' some diggin' in his dirt and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40NTNX5sI/AAAAAAAAA4c/TPv0HBCfQmc/s1600/2010-06-20+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40NTNX5sI/AAAAAAAAA4c/TPv0HBCfQmc/s400/2010-06-20+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484878799283152578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put tinfoil on the dirt, and then he put some rocks on top of the tinfoil.  Here's a picture of his planter boxes with some tinfoil on top of the dirt, and some rocks on top of the tinfoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40MhtgppI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Zi-1N6M2Mj4/s1600/2010-06-20+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40MhtgppI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Zi-1N6M2Mj4/s400/2010-06-20+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484878785996170898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40L_OCTwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3gePug4jivk/s1600/2010-06-20+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40L_OCTwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3gePug4jivk/s400/2010-06-20+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484878776737353474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back inside and asked Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms if the tinfoil with the rocks on top of it would really keep the bunnies out of the planter boxes.  Uncle Kerms said it would work but Big Mummy said it wouldn't work.  So I 'cided to have a poll on my blog (Get A Klu).  You can tell me your vote in the comments or on my Facebook page, and I'll do some addin' and stuff.  And then I'll tell you what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Curious Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I'm not gonna tell you what I'm votin' for, but I whispered it in Big Mummy's ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4261462135276882928?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4261462135276882928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4261462135276882928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4261462135276882928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4261462135276882928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-can-vote-bout-neighbor-and-bunnies.html' title='You Can Vote &apos;Bout the Neighbor and the Bunnies By Leavin&apos; Me A Comment'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TB40Nh0W-_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/sIs8WTLOLsc/s72-c/2010-06-20+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6662309667602720817</id><published>2010-06-19T09:18:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:03:28.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw This Morning When I Was Sittin' on the Balcony Doin' Some Lookin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went out to sit on the balcony cuz it's summer and I like to sit on the balcony and do some lookin' around.  And I noticed that the neighbor moved his trellises.  They used to be squished up against his house, but now they're out in the middle of his patio.  Here's a picture of me sittin' on the balcony doin' some lookin' at the neighbor's trellises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjcNR6bzI/AAAAAAAAA30/v3ZTMsr7DXw/s1600/2010-06-19+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjcNR6bzI/AAAAAAAAA30/v3ZTMsr7DXw/s400/2010-06-19+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508519971057458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sittin' on the balcony, doin' some lookin' around, and all the sudden I saw a baby bunny!  It was the cutest baby bunny I ever saw.  Here's a picture of the baby bunny.  It was kinda doin' some hidin' in the bushes right by the neighbor's trellises, so I think it was the same baby bunny we saw in the planter boxes the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjbZP_BeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZAog---oGEg/s1600/2010-06-19+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjbZP_BeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZAog---oGEg/s400/2010-06-19+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508506004325858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the baby bunny was thinkin 'bout hoppin' into the planter boxes and doin' some eatin', but all the sudden 'long came a grown-up bunny and hopped into the planter box down at the end.  Here's a picture of the grown-up bunny in the planter box down at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjECZ1RiI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xGPHYoWKegc/s1600/2010-06-19+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjECZ1RiI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xGPHYoWKegc/s320/2010-06-19+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508104734623266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grown-up bunny had a taste of pretty much everything in the planter box down at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjDoM6JMI/AAAAAAAAA3c/K3ZeJw90Pdc/s1600/2010-06-19+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjDoM6JMI/AAAAAAAAA3c/K3ZeJw90Pdc/s320/2010-06-19+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508097701094594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it did some hoppin' down the row of planter boxes.  It kinda 'nored one that didn't have so much in it, and went to the planter box with the 'matoes.  Here's a picture of it havin' a taste of the 'matoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjCyuxU9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/dYmY_fvbzYM/s1600/2010-06-19+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjCyuxU9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/dYmY_fvbzYM/s320/2010-06-19+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508083347608530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it did some sniffin'.  Here's a picture of the grown-up bunny doin' some sniffin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziHrKPrnI/AAAAAAAAA3M/QjdXzD8asVg/s1600/2010-06-19+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziHrKPrnI/AAAAAAAAA3M/QjdXzD8asVg/s320/2010-06-19+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484507067703078514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it did some diggin' by the 'matoes.  Here's a picture of it doin' some diggin' by the 'matoes.  (You can see the dirt doin' some flyin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziHOF2POI/AAAAAAAAA3E/VlLtRnzNu2Y/s1600/2010-06-19+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziHOF2POI/AAAAAAAAA3E/VlLtRnzNu2Y/s320/2010-06-19+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484507059900005602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it did some more hoppin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziGh9MdaI/AAAAAAAAA28/I45FE1gGrLI/s1600/2010-06-19+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziGh9MdaI/AAAAAAAAA28/I45FE1gGrLI/s320/2010-06-19+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484507048052553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more eatin'.  Here's a picture of it eatin' some flowers from the pepper plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziGMBobnI/AAAAAAAAA20/bCTGWoGUwrA/s1600/2010-06-19+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBziGMBobnI/AAAAAAAAA20/bCTGWoGUwrA/s320/2010-06-19+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484507042165583474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess it got tired of the planter boxes, cuz it hopped away with a piece of pepper flower stickin' out of its mouth.  Here's a picture of it right before it hopped away with a piece of pepper flower stickin' out of its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBznkDd2rNI/AAAAAAAAA4E/L7yN5RnIRso/s1600/2010-06-19+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBznkDd2rNI/AAAAAAAAA4E/L7yN5RnIRso/s400/2010-06-19+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484513052822252754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I wonder where the baby bunny went?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6662309667602720817?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6662309667602720817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6662309667602720817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6662309667602720817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6662309667602720817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-saw-this-morning-when-i-was.html' title='What I Saw This Morning When I Was Sittin&apos; on the Balcony Doin&apos; Some Lookin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBzjcNR6bzI/AAAAAAAAA30/v3ZTMsr7DXw/s72-c/2010-06-19+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6042905641830060057</id><published>2010-06-18T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:54:40.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah G Is Back!</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.  I'm super-'cited cuz I reconnected with my friend Hannah G.  Actually, she reconnected with me.  Hannah G was my friend when she was a little girl.  Then she got to be a grown-up teenager.  I didn't know if she still liked me.  And I missed her somethin' fierce.  But now she's my friend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Happy Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I'm gonna write a post soon 'bout Speedy and Janna Ganna Lois Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6042905641830060057?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6042905641830060057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6042905641830060057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6042905641830060057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6042905641830060057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/hannah-g-is-back.html' title='Hannah G Is Back!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3255609330929858881</id><published>2010-06-17T20:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:35:54.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Making Money To Buy Snickers Bars!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, um, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to buy my favorite-est book, What Do People Do All Day?, or my second favorite-est book, Busy, Busy World, you should buy them from my links in the sidebar cuz then I get money to buy Snickers bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3255609330929858881?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3255609330929858881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3255609330929858881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3255609330929858881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3255609330929858881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-making-money-to-buy-snickers-bars.html' title='I&apos;m Making Money To Buy Snickers Bars!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5940554199294471346</id><published>2010-06-17T19:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:50:22.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Neighbor's Big Bunny Hole</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors have a patio that looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrMNtxYKII/AAAAAAAAA18/SdlbYpoAtkM/s1600/2010-06-17+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrMNtxYKII/AAAAAAAAA18/SdlbYpoAtkM/s320/2010-06-17+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483920032274065538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Big Mummy was outside, and she started shoutin' for us to come out on the balcony and look, cuz she saw a baby bunny.  There are baby bunnies everywhere right now, but this one was behind some trellises where the neighbor planted his begetables and peas and 'matoes and stuff.  We ran out on the balcony, but we couldn't really see the baby bunny cuz it was behind the trellises and we were upstairs.  And then it was time for Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms to go to work and me to start doin' some babysittin' and I forgot all 'bout the baby bunny behind the trellises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wilbs and Big Mummy just went out now to do some 'vestigatin'.  (Wilbs is really good at 'vestigatin,' cuz she's a pig, and they're always rootin' around in somethin'.)  First we made a 'scovery that there was lots of dirt on the ground at the end of the trellises.  Here's a picture of lots of dirt on the ground at the end of the trellises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL1a8FKEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/woztTno3uLk/s1600/2010-06-17+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL1a8FKEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/woztTno3uLk/s320/2010-06-17+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919614901823554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we 'scovered that someone had been eating some leaves.  Here's a picture of the leaves that someone was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL0wcmPQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0oL70769Wmk/s1600/2010-06-17+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL0wcmPQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0oL70769Wmk/s320/2010-06-17+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919603495484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we climbed up on the trellis to see if the baby bunny was still there.  Here's some pictures of us climbin' up on the trellis to see if the baby bunny was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrMM4fSyWI/AAAAAAAAA10/kvy9Vm2nmXs/s1600/2010-06-17+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrMM4fSyWI/AAAAAAAAA10/kvy9Vm2nmXs/s320/2010-06-17+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483920017971136866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL2WuIvMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Hezn25FbAsQ/s1600/2010-06-17+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL2WuIvMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Hezn25FbAsQ/s320/2010-06-17+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919630949465282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL13IwsSI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ny9BHYH8fJI/s1600/2010-06-17+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL13IwsSI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ny9BHYH8fJI/s320/2010-06-17+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919622471201058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby bunny wasn't there, but there was a hole in the dirt as big as me and Wilbs together.  Here's a picture of the hole in the dirt as me and Wilbs together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL0XHGM-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/94YhOh9PB_s/s1600/2010-06-17+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrL0XHGM-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/94YhOh9PB_s/s320/2010-06-17+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919596694418402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the baby bunny likes begetables a lot, cuz it had eaten the peas and 'matoes even before there were any peas and 'matoes.  I wonder if our neighbor likes baby bunnies as much as my Big Mummy does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the 'Vestigatin' Bear (and Wilbs the Pig)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5940554199294471346?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5940554199294471346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5940554199294471346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5940554199294471346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5940554199294471346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/neighbors-big-bunny-hole.html' title='The Neighbor&apos;s Big Bunny Hole'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBrMNtxYKII/AAAAAAAAA18/SdlbYpoAtkM/s72-c/2010-06-17+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4983113715226714136</id><published>2010-06-15T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:43:07.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Found Out The Coolest Thing EVER!</title><content type='html'>Um, hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  It's time for me to go to bed, but I had to write a post cuz Auntie E just told my Big Mummy the coolest thing ever.  She told me my friend Jack says I'm one of the family, and he just went back and read all my old posts!  Jack was my friend when he was really little, but now he's pretty much grown up, but he still likes me!  That's the best thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4983113715226714136?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4983113715226714136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4983113715226714136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4983113715226714136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4983113715226714136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-found-out-coolest-thing-ever.html' title='I Just Found Out The Coolest Thing EVER!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4268688307408906638</id><published>2010-06-14T21:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:41:50.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>Tonight Is Kinda Boring</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bored Bear.  I couldn't think of anything to do after dinner.  I already did lots of playin' and stuff with the other kids. And I wasn't 'llowed to watch a movie cuz it's not the weekend.  So I just did some wanderin' round in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wandered into the garage cuz Uncle Kerms left the door open.  I'm not s'pposed to go in there by myself, cuz there's lots of tools and stuff, but Uncle Kerms said it was okay tonight.  But I was still kinda bored.  Here's a picture of me sittin' in the water bottle cage on Uncle Kerms's road bike while it was up in the work stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0VFQW_lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/p4MH0MDl4yg/s1600/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0VFQW_lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/p4MH0MDl4yg/s320/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838239395380818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0UhZVFPI/AAAAAAAAA08/sLz9kO4KpyY/s1600/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0UhZVFPI/AAAAAAAAA08/sLz9kO4KpyY/s320/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838229769327858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got bored with sittin' in the water bottle cage, Uncle Kerms let me sit on his wheel truin' stand.  (Truin' is what you do to make the wheels round and go straight and stuff.)  Here's a picture of me sittin' one way on the Uncle Kerms's wheel truin' stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0UBZqDEI/AAAAAAAAA00/fS5FFDz4pXc/s1600/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0UBZqDEI/AAAAAAAAA00/fS5FFDz4pXc/s320/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838221180767298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very comfortable to sit that way on Uncle Kerms's wheel truin' stand, so I sat the other way.  Here's a picture of me sittin' the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0T-TG5iI/AAAAAAAAA0s/XGXsp4c4YB4/s1600/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0T-TG5iI/AAAAAAAAA0s/XGXsp4c4YB4/s320/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838220347991586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kinda boring too, but then Uncle Kerms said I should do some gymnastics, like the men do in the 'Lympics.  Here's a picture of me doin' some gymnastics like the men do in the 'Lympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0TSdwBhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FleBYkbL71Q/s1600/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0TSdwBhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FleBYkbL71Q/s320/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838208581469714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I got done bein' bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I'm gonna go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4268688307408906638?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4268688307408906638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4268688307408906638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4268688307408906638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4268688307408906638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/tonight-is-kinda-boring.html' title='Tonight Is Kinda Boring'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBb0VFQW_lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/p4MH0MDl4yg/s72-c/My+Magic+Carpet+and+Klu%27s+Blog+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8736982597403767893</id><published>2010-06-12T09:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:03:03.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Wilbs'/><title type='text'>My Snickers Bar That Big Mummy Gave Me For Doin' Some Advertisin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear, and I'm mad at Wilbs today.  She's a pig, you know, and most of the time she's the best pig I ever knew.  But sometimes it's hard to have a pig for a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed a few minutes ago that I had that hollow place in my tummy, even though I ate my breakfast.  Maybe it's cuz I did lots of playin' after I ate my breakfast.  So I 'cided I'd eat my fun-sized Snickers bar that my Big Mummy gave me for doin' some advertisin' on my blog 'bout her business, &lt;a href="http://www.magiccarpetdancearts.etsy.com/"&gt;Magic Carpet Dance Arts&lt;/a&gt;.  (That's where she sells stuff to grown-up ladies that do some belly dancin' and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to open my fun-sized Snickers bar that Big Mummy gave me for doin' some advertisin' on my blog.  Here's a picture of me tryin' to open my fun-sized Snickers bar.  But bears have fur, you know, and that makes our paws kinda slippery.  So I had to ask Big Mummy to start doin' some openin' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrKA3UizI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uxGe1wnSpBs/s1600/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrKA3UizI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uxGe1wnSpBs/s320/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913359959100210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a few bites of my fun-sized Snickers bar.  Here's a picture of my fun-sized Snickers bar after I ate a few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrJ5bs-cI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1guA_CgPk6M/s1600/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrJ5bs-cI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1guA_CgPk6M/s320/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913357964212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Big Mummy started doin' some shoutin' and stuff from the other room, cuz she just sold somethin' on her website, &lt;a href="http://www.magiccarpetdancearts.etsy.com"&gt;Magic Carpet Dance Arts&lt;/a&gt;.  (She gets really 'cited every time she sells somethin'.)  So I ran into the other room to see what she was gettin' so 'cited 'bout.  When I came back to the kitchen, I found Wilbs in my fun-sized Snickers bar.  Here's a picture of Wilbs in my fun-sized Snickers bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrJQDPGZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/DLUSKGASWwk/s1600/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrJQDPGZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/DLUSKGASWwk/s320/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913346855737746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad at her that I yelled at her and then I started to cry.  Here's picture of Wilbs after I yelled at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrIx6Rx-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/k1_qhn9erV8/s1600/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrIx6Rx-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/k1_qhn9erV8/s320/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913338765101026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms came over to see why I was doin' some yellin' at Wilbs and some cryin'.  He gave me a hug, and told me not to worry 'bout it -- that's just how pigs are sometimes even if you try to train them to behave -- and then he gave me another fun-sized Snickers bar out of the cupboard we kids can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrIWI7znI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7xPsHwjVKWI/s1600/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrIWI7znI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7xPsHwjVKWI/s320/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913331310382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Uncle Kerms somethin' fierce.  He's the best daddy I ever knew.  I love Wilbs too, but sometimes she drives me completely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  After I ate my fun-sized Snickers bar that Uncle Kerms gave me, I didn't have that hollow place in my tummy anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8736982597403767893?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8736982597403767893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8736982597403767893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8736982597403767893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8736982597403767893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-snickers-bar-that-big-mummy-gave-me.html' title='My Snickers Bar That Big Mummy Gave Me For Doin&apos; Some Advertisin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBOrKA3UizI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uxGe1wnSpBs/s72-c/Klu,+Wilbs,+and+the+Snickers+bar+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1068061771010880644</id><published>2010-06-10T06:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:48:44.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A New Profile Picture On My Facebook Page!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, um, Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy is still tryin' to make her fancy new camera do some stuff, so she used me as a model, and now I have a new profile picture on my Facebook fan page.  Here's my new profile picture from my Facebook fan page. (Big Mummy was tryin' to learn how to take close-ups, so she 'bout stuck the camera right in my face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBDbzSgG0zI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dw_xkN0f9dM/s1600/Portraits+of+Klu+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBDbzSgG0zI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dw_xkN0f9dM/s320/Portraits+of+Klu+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481122420696208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my link to my Facebook fan page, case you want to be my fan: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Magic-Carpet-Dance-Arts/111746688843592#%21/pages/Klu-the-Bear-Get-a-Klu/122818467759029"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Magic-Carpet-Dance-Arts/111746688843592#%21/pages/Klu-the-Bear-Get-a-Klu/122818467759029"&gt;Klu the Bear (Get A Klu)&lt;/a&gt;.  I like fans a lot.  And comments on my blog and my Facebook page.  Someone wrote me a comment on my blog yesterday!  They said, "UR so cute."  It made me feel all warm and squiggly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear With a Facebook Fan Page (Huh, huh, that was a funny way to sign my post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Big Mummy said I should do some advertisin' for her business on my blog, cuz she's been takin' so many photos for me.  So here's her shop where she sells stuff for grown-up ladies that do some belly dancing: &lt;a href="http://www.magiccarpetdancearts.etsy.com"&gt;Magic Carpet Dance Arts&lt;/a&gt;.  I said I'd do it if she'd give me one of those fun-sized Snickers bars.  Bears love Snickers bar, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1068061771010880644?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1068061771010880644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1068061771010880644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1068061771010880644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1068061771010880644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-new-profile-picture-on-my.html' title='I Got A New Profile Picture On My Facebook Page!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TBDbzSgG0zI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dw_xkN0f9dM/s72-c/Portraits+of+Klu+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5470197803841121516</id><published>2010-06-09T07:11:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:00:34.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><title type='text'>It Was An Accident -- I Didn't Mean To Do It</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the dry Bear.  (Huh, huh, that's funny but you don't know why yet 'til I tell you my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Big Mummy has a rose bush that she planted in front of our door.  She has to water it every day, cuz it needs water to do some growin' and stuff.  This morning I wanted to help her water the rose bush.  So she carried the watering can down and put it on the ground by the rose bush so I could tip it over.  Here's a picture of me trying to tip the watering can over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-aoustyXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/X6a-zaVkp6U/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-aoustyXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/X6a-zaVkp6U/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480769296054208882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watering can was pretty heavy with all that water in it, so I had to do a lot of tryin' to tip it over.  Here's a picture of me doin' a lot of tryin' to tip it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-ZEJE9mOI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GQv7KAd1oA4/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-ZEJE9mOI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GQv7KAd1oA4/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480767567968442594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me gettin' a better grip on the watering can and doin' some more tryin' to tip it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-YnlZcq0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/tgVfS2vnpbY/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-YnlZcq0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/tgVfS2vnpbY/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480767077354351426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the sudden, the watering can just tipped over.  But just at the same sudden, Dars came out of the house.  She was practicin' doin' some flyin', and she did a little flyin' and landed right in front of the rose bush, just when the watering can tipped over.  The water came out of the watering can so hard it knocked her over into the mud.  Here's a picture of Dars after she was done bein' knocked over by the water comin' out of the watering can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-YOiJUMYI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8GECeGYLjYg/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-YOiJUMYI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8GECeGYLjYg/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480766646984651138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "MWACK" in a really mad voice.  She was the maddest duck I ever saw.  Here's a picture of her bein' the maddest duck I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-Xk3daxbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/o9__Q8PCrkk/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-Xk3daxbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/o9__Q8PCrkk/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480765931151607218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so muddy and wet that Big Mummy had to carry her inside in the watering can.  She kept sayin' lots of really angry "mwacks."  Here's a picture of her inside the watering can, bein' the maddest duck I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-WtVfaJDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/u_opW31zGis/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-WtVfaJDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/u_opW31zGis/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480764977140343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy had to put her right into the sink for a bath.  Here's a picture of her in the sink, at the beginning of her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-V_NmML-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Mu_bg9Q_Rh8/s1600/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-V_NmML-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Mu_bg9Q_Rh8/s320/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480764184747323362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all dry and clean now, but she's still kind of mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I didn't do it on purpose.  I didn't know she was gonna do some flyin' just then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5470197803841121516?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5470197803841121516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5470197803841121516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5470197803841121516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5470197803841121516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-was-accident-i-didnt-mean-to-do-it.html' title='It Was An Accident -- I Didn&apos;t Mean To Do It'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA-aoustyXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/X6a-zaVkp6U/s72-c/Dars+and+the+Watering+Can+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8573362433903034894</id><published>2010-06-07T20:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:22:06.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Speedy'/><title type='text'>Speedy's Come Out of His Shell (huh huh, that was funny)</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.  I couldn't do my bloggin' this morning cuz Blogger was down, but it's back up now, so I'm gonna write my post 'bout Speedy the Turtle, and how he's come out of his shell since we 'dopted him.  (Huh, huh, that's funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked Big Mummy when we 'dopted Speedy, and she said it was August 2007.  That's a long time ago.  When we first 'dopted Speedy, he was really scared and shy.  Here's a picture from back then of me tryin' to get him to eat a piece of spinach.  See how scared and shy he looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2klls7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/i_fqV5hPD7I/s1600/Speedy+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2klls7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/i_fqV5hPD7I/s320/Speedy+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480217287262425442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms brought back a pretty rock from one of our 'ventures, and Speedy decided it was his rock.  He wouldn't sleep in the basket with us other kids.  He just stayed on his rock all the time.  Here's a picture from back then of Speedy just stayin' on his rock all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2klOJ9rQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tluPqggvG9c/s1600/Speedy+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2klOJ9rQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tluPqggvG9c/s320/Speedy+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480217280941763842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Speedy started comin' out of his shell.  He started doin' some jammin' to some music, and then he started collectin' some bling.  One of his blings is a glass turtle that he wears around his neck.  Uncle Kerms brought it back from Las Vegas for Big Mummy to wear, but Speedy liked to wear it so much that it's sort of his bling now.  One of his other blings is a bottle cap from Hawaii.  It says 'honu' on the inside.  That means turtle in Hawaiian.  Some more of his blings are some little rocks from our 'ventures.  Here's a picture of Speedy with his blings.  He doesn't look so scared or shy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2lK5dmwqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ODYC0xdRL8U/s1600/Speedy+and+Wide+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2lK5dmwqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ODYC0xdRL8U/s320/Speedy+and+Wide+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480217928222032546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy looks so different now that I changed his photo in the sidebar.  (The sidebar is the place on my blog where I have all the pictures of the kids.)  Here's the new picture of Speedy for the sidebar.  He doesn't look scared or shy at all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2kkjZEjEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5qcYlm6T9iM/s1600/Speedy+and+Wide+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2kkjZEjEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5qcYlm6T9iM/s320/Speedy+and+Wide+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480217269462404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Tomorrow I'm gonna write a post 'bout Dars.  I don't think she's changed very much, 'cept she got a lot noisier.  And she likes coffee a LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8573362433903034894?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8573362433903034894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8573362433903034894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8573362433903034894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8573362433903034894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/speedys-come-out-of-his-shell-huh-huh.html' title='Speedy&apos;s Come Out of His Shell (huh huh, that was funny)'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TA2klls7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/i_fqV5hPD7I/s72-c/Speedy+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2055069203708532835</id><published>2010-06-06T08:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:56:30.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><title type='text'>Uncle Kerms Calls Me 'Little Man,' Like the Ice Cream Place, So We Went and Got Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Hi,um, it's me again, Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post 'bout names and ice cream and 'ventures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Uncle Kerms calls me 'Little Man.'  He calls me lots of other stuff too, like Klu Man Chu and Special K and Little K, but I like it best when he calls me 'Little Man.'  (I call him lots of stuff too, like Uncle Kerms (even though he's my daddy now) and Big K and K-Daddy.  He likes K-Daddy the best, cuz it makes him sound like a rapper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Uncle Kerms got a magazine with a picture of an ice cream bicycle on the front.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAu0FFg9FBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/B7jpgz_A2xg/s1600/cover_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAu0FFg9FBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/B7jpgz_A2xg/s320/cover_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479671371099083794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ice cream bicycle from Little Man Ice Cream, and Uncle Kerms calls me 'Little Man,' so we decided to have a 'venture and go there right away.  Here's a picture of me waiting in Big Mummy's purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyTOt83yI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dLfVluux-p4/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyTOt83yI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dLfVluux-p4/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669415064428322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took along Big Mummy's fancy new camera, cuz she takes it everywhere right now.  Here's a picture of Denver.  I like Denver a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyGIrlmCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PzL-cpRZ42I/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyGIrlmCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PzL-cpRZ42I/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669190105602082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's picture of Little Man Ice Cream.  It's shaped like a milk can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyFcay1cI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ncVRhaglQ1g/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyFcay1cI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ncVRhaglQ1g/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669178224006594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Big Mummy to take a picture of me in front of Little Man Ice Cream, cuz Uncle Kerms calls me 'Little Man.'  I sat on top of a fire hydrant, but it didn't feel very good on my bottom.  Here's a picture of me sitting on the fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyE9dlkoI/AAAAAAAAAws/BQ4LcJFG5TA/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyE9dlkoI/AAAAAAAAAws/BQ4LcJFG5TA/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669169914221186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a very good place to sit, and I fell off.  Here's a picture of the fire hydrant after I fell off.  It's kinda blurry cuz Big Mummy was laughing so hard she made the camera shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyEqvrUGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/T3TKTDWTw6A/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyEqvrUGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/T3TKTDWTw6A/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669164889821282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms helped me sit on the fire hydrant a better way.  Here's a picture of me sitting on the fire hydrant a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyD-CsbwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gfTXz3udTDE/s1600/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAuyD-CsbwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gfTXz3udTDE/s320/Little+Man+Ice+Cream+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479669152889990914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna take pictures of me eating ice cream, but it started to rain really hard so Big Mummy had to run back to the car and put the camera away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I had chocolate and Big Mummy had maple pecan and Uncle Kerms had oatmeal cookie.  It's the best ice cream in the whole world.  I like having 'ventures at ice cream places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2055069203708532835?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2055069203708532835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2055069203708532835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2055069203708532835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2055069203708532835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/uncle-kerms-calls-me-little-man-like.html' title='Uncle Kerms Calls Me &apos;Little Man,&apos; Like the Ice Cream Place, So We Went and Got Ice Cream'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAu0FFg9FBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/B7jpgz_A2xg/s72-c/cover_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-632936409360229324</id><published>2010-06-05T12:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:07:44.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Bear-Sized Camera</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my bloggin' for a long time, but Big Mummy bought a fancy new camera and she said it would take even better photos for my blog, so I decided I wanted to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear again.  (I used to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear, you know, but then I stopped and started just doin' some playin' with the other kids and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I'd take a portrait of Dars (she's a baby duck, you know) for my first blog with Big Mummy's new camera.  Darsie didn't want to be in my portrait, but I told her she could play with my Powerful Mach 5 car that I got from the Cheerios package if she'd be in my portrait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy's new camera is bigger than our old one.  Here's a picture of me trying to get ready to take a portrait of Dars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa9yAYMdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2YAhmKvnzCE/s1600/the+new+camera+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa9yAYMdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2YAhmKvnzCE/s320/the+new+camera+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479362282835685842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Dars sit in front of the wall, so there wouldn't be any 'stractions in my portrait.  ('Stractions are messes you don't want in your portrait.  Big Mummy calls them 'stractions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa-UPLXuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uf6t5hCGyCI/s1600/the+new+camera+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa-UPLXuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uf6t5hCGyCI/s320/the+new+camera+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479362292024565474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy's new camera is kinda heavy, and it wiggles around a lot.  I took lots of portraits of Dars, and they came out crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa-6befiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/v1yKOr6v1ao/s1600/Klu%27s+attempt+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa-6befiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/v1yKOr6v1ao/s320/Klu%27s+attempt+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479362302276697634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got mad cuz Big Mummy's new camera was too big.  So she said maybe I should go back to the old camera cuz it's more bear-sized.  Here's a picture of me using the bear-sized camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa_mjgHQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XFHVbRnngJI/s1600/Klu%27s+attempt+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa_mjgHQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XFHVbRnngJI/s320/Klu%27s+attempt+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479362314121518338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cept by then Wilbs came over, and she and Dars got in a fight over my Powerful Mach 5 car that I got in the Cheerios package.  So I never got to take a portrait of Dars.  It's hard to take portraits of baby ducks, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqfMU2HnmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8bD_Kfhx5fI/s1600/Klu%27s+attempt+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqfMU2HnmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8bD_Kfhx5fI/s320/Klu%27s+attempt+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479366930752577122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Big Mummy took this last photo with her fancy new camera.  Isn't Wilbs the cutest pig you ever knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqfL6Pm_HI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mBbLBgAI4p4/s1600/Test+of+Canon+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqfL6Pm_HI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mBbLBgAI4p4/s320/Test+of+Canon+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479366923611733106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-632936409360229324?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/632936409360229324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=632936409360229324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/632936409360229324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/632936409360229324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-bear-sized-camera.html' title='Me and the Bear-Sized Camera'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/TAqa9yAYMdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2YAhmKvnzCE/s72-c/the+new+camera+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-907840987015253573</id><published>2008-12-19T19:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:13:19.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Nativity</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Christmas Bear.  (Huh, huh, that was funny.  Christmas Bear.  Huh, huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and the other kids decided to make our own nativity scene.  I was the Three Wise Men.  Dars was Mother Mary.  Bruno was Mr. Joseph.  Wilburina was one of the sheep in the manger.  Janna Ganna was the angel that sang, "Hark the herald angels sing."  (That's my favorite Christmas carol ever.)  And Speedy was the Baby Jesus, wrapped in swaddlin' clothes, 'cept we couldn't make him take off his bling.  Here's a picture of us makin' our own nativity scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfHDjPRrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Z9tshgeyfpQ/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Nativity+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfHDjPRrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Z9tshgeyfpQ/s320/Klu%27s+Nativity+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701037815580338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy told me that the Three Wise Men looked 'doringly at the Baby Jesus when they gave him gold and frank-sense and mirr.  (I don't know how to spell those words, but that's what the Three Wise Men brought the Baby Jesus.)  Here's some pictures of me lookin' 'doringly at the Baby Jesus after I gave him my gold and stuff.  (We did some pretendin' that the gourd was my gift to the Baby Jesus.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfG9HjirI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iRW4A2PlZIY/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Nativity+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfG9HjirI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iRW4A2PlZIY/s320/Klu%27s+Nativity+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701036088855218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfGdiCGMI/AAAAAAAAAug/ME6egmYa3Ac/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Nativity+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfGdiCGMI/AAAAAAAAAug/ME6egmYa3Ac/s320/Klu%27s+Nativity+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701027609974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbs was the best sheep in the manger I ever saw.  Here's a picture of her dressed up as a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfGBxj1aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/bFGtsZhbA5o/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Nativity+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfGBxj1aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/bFGtsZhbA5o/s320/Klu%27s+Nativity+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701020158907810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna Ganna did lots of singin' while we were makin' our nativity.  She was the best angel I ever saw.  She sang "Hark the Herald Angels Sing," and "Away In The Manger" and "Jingle Bells Rock" and lots of other Christmas songs for the Baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfFgB2haI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pxJ5M45tgvo/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Nativity+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfFgB2haI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pxJ5M45tgvo/s320/Klu%27s+Nativity+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701011100435874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy got tired of bein' wrapped up in his swaddlin' clothes, so we decided to play something else.  But he was the best Baby Jesus I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I love Christmas a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-907840987015253573?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/907840987015253573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=907840987015253573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/907840987015253573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/907840987015253573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-nativity.html' title='Our Nativity'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUxfHDjPRrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Z9tshgeyfpQ/s72-c/Klu%27s+Nativity+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7041269951201477205</id><published>2008-12-14T08:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:45:06.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somethin&apos; Kinda Scary'/><title type='text'>Attacked By Evil Kitty</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna write a post 'bout how we're babysittin' a kitty this weekend and how it's the 'citin'-est thing ever, but now I'm gonna write a post 'bout how it's the scariest thing ever.  That's cuz the kitty we're babysittin' goes back and forth from Nice Kitty to Evil Kitty really fast.  (Her real name's Ella, but I just call her Nice Kitty or Evil Kitty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of her when she's bein' Nice Kitty.  Isn't she the best kitty you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsfUqB0wI/AAAAAAAAAso/i19RykzOkTE/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsfUqB0wI/AAAAAAAAAso/i19RykzOkTE/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675054794330882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Kitty was doin' some nice playin' on the floor with her stick and her wad of paper.  Here's a picture of her bein' Nice Kitty and doin' some nice playin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUshrNKZTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PthDYbnHQus/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUshrNKZTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PthDYbnHQus/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675095207011634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some playin' with her, as long as she stayed bein' Nice Kitty.  So I went and sat on the floor by her.  I really wanted to do some playin' but I was feelin' a little nervous she might turn into Evil Kitty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsiPnUG8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/6KLi_gyK_0Q/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsiPnUG8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/6KLi_gyK_0Q/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675104980376514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Kitty saw me sittin' on the floor and she came over.  First she just did some sniffin'.  She's kinda big, so I sat real still while she did some sniffin', even though her whiskers were ticklin' me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsit4W_LI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sf7Lppk8zAw/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsit4W_LI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sf7Lppk8zAw/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675113104932018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave me a kinda nice hug, 'cept she pushed me over with her back feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtR_-bzBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/wcQAWLqzHtQ/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtR_-bzBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/wcQAWLqzHtQ/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675925416102930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she threw me to the ground, but she was still kinda givin' me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRrUrv2I/AAAAAAAAAto/F_tFSvK8gJo/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRrUrv2I/AAAAAAAAAto/F_tFSvK8gJo/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675919872278370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got me into a paw lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRcjB1jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gzV3vdJB_3k/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRcjB1jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gzV3vdJB_3k/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675915905914418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the sudden she turned into Evil Kitty and started bitin' my ear.  I got scared and held my paws over my head.  Here's a picture of Evil Kitty bitin' my ear and me holdin' my paws over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRPMhmFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/HIO5dD0zfqI/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUtRPMhmFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/HIO5dD0zfqI/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675912321865810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Evil Kitty went completely 'zerk.  She grabbed me in the neck and started flingin' me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt3c-XUQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xS2KM7P6pGs/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt3c-XUQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xS2KM7P6pGs/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676568855597314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hittin' her, pow POW, but she's just kept flingin' me and flingin' me.  It was the scariest thing ever.  I had to shout for Big Mummy to rescue me.  Here's a picture of Evil Kitty flingin' me everywhere, and Big Mummy rescuin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt3ATXW_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/QUPfan-9TY4/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt3ATXW_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/QUPfan-9TY4/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676561159052274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Big Mummy rescued me, Evil Kitty turned back into Nice Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt27AkE_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/pFz6y8p-9tM/s1600-h/Attacked+by+Ella+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUt27AkE_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/pFz6y8p-9tM/s320/Attacked+by+Ella+2+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676559738016754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Evil Kitty very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  My ear hurts where she bit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7041269951201477205?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7041269951201477205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7041269951201477205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7041269951201477205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7041269951201477205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/12/attacked-by-evil-kitty.html' title='Attacked By Evil Kitty'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/SUUsfUqB0wI/AAAAAAAAAso/i19RykzOkTE/s72-c/Attacked+by+Ella+2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6784578367153349434</id><published>2008-12-07T17:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:21:08.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Out the Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bloggin' Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy started getting out the Christmas decorations today, cuz it's almost Christmas.  (I like Christmas a lot, you know.)  She put the lights on the floor and plugged them in to see if they worked.  Dars got all 'cited and started hoppin' around in the lights, wearin' her Santa hat.  Here's a picture of Dars doin' some hoppin' in the lights, wearin' her Santa hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxxzSb7duI/AAAAAAAAAr4/f8bJu0kAzLw/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxxzSb7duI/AAAAAAAAAr4/f8bJu0kAzLw/s320/Christmas+kids+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277217989307627234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dars did some hoppin', and then she made a 'scovery:  one set of lights wasn't workin'.  Here's a photo of Dars makin' a 'scovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0FdeQgI/AAAAAAAAAsI/8vsvaFwyslU/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0FdeQgI/AAAAAAAAAsI/8vsvaFwyslU/s320/Christmas+kids+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277218003004310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dars was busy makin' her 'scovery, Wilbs was doin' some 'vestigatin'.  Here's a photo of Wilbs 'vestigatin' a bag of ornaments from Ikea (that's from Sweden, where I'm from, cuz I'm a Swedish-Scottish-'Merican bear, you know.)  You can see Dars in the background gettin' frustrated cuz she couldn't make the lights go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0OIw2HI/AAAAAAAAAsA/S04MRsraEkc/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0OIw2HI/AAAAAAAAAsA/S04MRsraEkc/s320/Christmas+kids+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277218005333366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dars got really frustrated cuz the lights wouldn't go on, so she kicked them.  Here's a photo of Dars kickin' the lights.  But that didn't make them go on either.  They didn't go on till Big Mummy 'scovered that string wasn't plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0bDaxrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bdSitl9pGOU/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0bDaxrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bdSitl9pGOU/s320/Christmas+kids+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277218008800609970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbs and Dars looked so cute in their Santa costumes that I made them pose in Uncle Kerms's chair for a portrait.  'Cept Wilbs doesn't really look like an elf.  She looks more like a Christmas tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0swAYkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4olbvSQEdqc/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxx0swAYkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4olbvSQEdqc/s320/Christmas+kids+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277218013551026754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STx-9rOg2SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vrt5Jc7mYQ8/s1600-h/Christmas+kids+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STx-9rOg2SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vrt5Jc7mYQ8/s320/Christmas+kids+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277232461412096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Dars the cutest duck you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I can't wait till Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6784578367153349434?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6784578367153349434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6784578367153349434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6784578367153349434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6784578367153349434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/12/gettin-out-christmas-lights.html' title='Gettin&apos; Out the Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STxxzSb7duI/AAAAAAAAAr4/f8bJu0kAzLw/s72-c/Christmas+kids+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1972845843990048938</id><published>2008-12-02T20:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:35:01.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' Space Ranger</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Space Ranger.  (Huh, huh, it's really me, Klu the Bear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy went to the eye doctor today, and she got a weird sunglasses curly thing.  So we decided to play that I was Space Ranger.  Space Ranger, pow, POW!  Here's a picture of me standin' in front of my spaceship, bein' Space Ranger, and wearin' the weird sunglasses curly thing.  (My spaceship is really the coffee maker, but we were doin' some pretendin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STX8NEXP6rI/AAAAAAAAAfg/c1anjx30sf8/s1600-h/Space+Ranger+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STX8NEXP6rI/AAAAAAAAAfg/c1anjx30sf8/s320/Space+Ranger+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275399839974156978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy decided he wanted to play Space Ranger too, so he came along in my spaceship.  My Big Daddy, (that's Uncle Kerms), let me use his Blackberry for our central console.  Here's a picture of us gettin' ready to launch our spaceship from our central console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STX9T9zqpqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WAuVazQh8ag/s1600-h/Space+Ranger+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STX9T9zqpqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WAuVazQh8ag/s320/Space+Ranger+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275401057985013410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some flyin' through the universe, stoppin' all them bad guys.  Speedy was really fierce, fightin' them bad guys, 'specially cuz he was wearin' his bling.  I write another post 'bout Speedy's bling soon.  I didn't get no pictures of us flyin' through the universe, stoppin' all them bad guys, cuz we were too busy stoppin' all them bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Space Ranger (Klu the Bear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1972845843990048938?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1972845843990048938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1972845843990048938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1972845843990048938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1972845843990048938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/12/playin-space-ranger.html' title='Playin&apos; Space Ranger'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STX8NEXP6rI/AAAAAAAAAfg/c1anjx30sf8/s72-c/Space+Ranger+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8459787545002559900</id><published>2008-11-30T19:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:15:15.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Kinda Back To Normal Now, I Think</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, the famous bloggin' bear.  'Cept I didn't do no bloggin' for a long, long time, cuz Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms were busy gettin' married.  Gettin' married makes a lot of c'motion.  But now they're done gettin' married, so I can do some bloggin' again.  'Sides, it's winter, and winter is a good time for bloggin', when it's doin' some snowin' outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I got to go along on Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms's honeymoon.  We went to a place called Zion that has the biggest cliffs I ever saw.  Here's a picture of me watchin' out the front window of the car, lookin' at the biggest cliffs I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STNUh0Y8BCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6vre-Liu5r0/s1600-h/Back+to+Bloggin%27+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STNUh0Y8BCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6vre-Liu5r0/s320/Back+to+Bloggin%27+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274652528556639266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms got married, he's 'fficially my daddy, but we decided I'm still gonna call him Uncle Kerms.  I tried to call him Papa Kerms for a little while, but I kept forgettin', cuz his name has always been Uncle Kerms.  It's confusin' to change what your name is.  I've got a new last name now, cuz Uncle Kerms 'dopted me, but I can't tell you what it is on my blog cuz I've gotta stay 'nonymous.  But that's okay cuz everyone mostly calls me Klu Man Chu anyway.  That's my nickname, Klu Man Chu.  Uncle Kerms calls me that, 'cept when he calls me Little Man.  I like it when he calls me Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I wrote a lot of stuff, so I'm gonna stop writing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8459787545002559900?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8459787545002559900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8459787545002559900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8459787545002559900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8459787545002559900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-kinda-back-to-normal-now-i.html' title='Life Is Kinda Back To Normal Now, I Think'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/STNUh0Y8BCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6vre-Liu5r0/s72-c/Back+to+Bloggin%27+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-231841063459902180</id><published>2008-09-30T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:21:54.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Felt Like Doin' Some Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Um, hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  I decided I felt like writin' a post for my blog, Get A Klu.  I haven't done much bloggin' for a long time.  That's cuz my Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms are gettin' married next week.  Weddings take up a lot of bloggin' time.  I've got lots of 'sponsibilities cuz I'm the ring bear.  This is the second time I'm gonna be the ring bear.  The first time was for Auntie E's wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-231841063459902180?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/231841063459902180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=231841063459902180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/231841063459902180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/231841063459902180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-felt-like-doin-some-bloggin.html' title='I Just Felt Like Doin&apos; Some Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-44677502667374597</id><published>2008-03-09T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:32:36.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Post By Roma'/><title type='text'>More Stuff That Roma's Learnin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.  But this isn't a post by me.  This is a post by Roma.  I miss Roma somethin' fierce.  Here's the post she wrote.  I'm glad she's doin' some postin', cuz sometimes I can't think of nothin' to do some bloggin' 'bout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I wish I could see a moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Klu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like learning ‘bout stuff, and moose are really, really interesting. I’ve been learning lots about them in books and on the internet (my dad helps me use the mouse for the computer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’ a picture of a baby moose. They are SO different than human babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R9Scf38KoOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4m_5ktlDNBM/s1600-h/Baby+Moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R9Scf38KoOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4m_5ktlDNBM/s320/Baby+Moose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175933943161725154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose babies are called calves. They can stand up in one day (my mom told me I couldn’t stand up ‘til I was like 9 months old!) AND they can swim when they are two weeks old. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama moose are very protective of their calves (that means they take really good care of their kids) and they will chase people if they get too close. Moose can run super duper fast even though they look kinda clumsy sometimes because their front legs are longer than their back legs! They can run as fast as a car -- up to 35 miles per hour. I can’t even ride my bike that fast (though Uncle Kerms can, for sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calves stop drinking their mom’s milk after about six months, and they only stay with their mom until they are one year old. Then they go out into the forest on their own. Would you be scared to live in a forest if you were one year old, Klu? I know you’re a bear and all, but wouldn’t you be scared? That’s really young to try and be all grown up already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I don’t have to live in the forest all by myself. I like living with my Big Mummy and Papa. We are moving to a house in the forest soon, but I get to stay inside at night by the cosy fire. Maybe my mama and papa will let me roast marshmallows. Could you come and visit me, Klu and all the kids? We could roast marshmallows together, ‘kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-44677502667374597?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/44677502667374597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=44677502667374597' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/44677502667374597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/44677502667374597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-stuff-that-romas-learnin.html' title='More Stuff That Roma&apos;s Learnin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R9Scf38KoOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4m_5ktlDNBM/s72-c/Baby+Moose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6623523013209607154</id><published>2008-03-04T19:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:21:13.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Kermit'/><title type='text'>Uncle Kerms's New Drum</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post 'bout Uncle Kerms and his drum.  My Big Mummy gave Uncle Kerms a drum for Balentine's Day.  She said she knew it was a weird gift for Balentine's Day, but Uncle Kerms liked it a LOT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms let me try playin' his drum, and I 'scovered it's real fun to do some drummin'.  But Uncle Kerms had to hold me up so I could reach the top of the drum.  Then Uncle Kerms got tired of holdin' me up and he went away.  But I still wanted to do some drummin' so I tried standin' on the tissue box.  But I still wasn't tall enough to reach the top of the drum.  I was feelin' really 'scouraged, but then Speedy had a great idea.  He stood on the tissue box, and let me stand on his back.  (Turtles have hard shells, you know, so it didn't hurt him.)  Here's a picture of Speedy standin' on the tissue box, and me standin' on Speedy's back, doin' some drummin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R84BUxA0D5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/BVMhF1TyYSQ/s1600-h/Speedy,+Klu+and+the+drum+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R84BUxA0D5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/BVMhF1TyYSQ/s400/Speedy,+Klu+and+the+drum+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174074478161039250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6623523013209607154?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6623523013209607154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6623523013209607154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6623523013209607154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6623523013209607154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncle-kermss-new-drum.html' title='Uncle Kerms&apos;s New Drum'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R84BUxA0D5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/BVMhF1TyYSQ/s72-c/Speedy,+Klu+and+the+drum+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3509094495583187173</id><published>2008-02-26T22:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:35:21.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Post By Roma'/><title type='text'>The 'Citin'-est Thing Ever:  Roma Wrote A Post For My Blog (Get A Klu)</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' 'cited cuz Roma wrote a post for my blog (Get A Klu)!  She sent it to me in an email.  Here's the email.  I miss Roma something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  My Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms ate lunch last summer at the restaurant where the moose is standin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, here's Roma's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me. Roma. You keep askin’ me to write a blog for you, but I feel a little shy. You’re a famous bloggin’ bear and I don’t want your fans to be dis’pointed. Maybe if I write you about some of the things that are important in my life, you can tell your fans about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that’s very important to me in my life here in Wyoming is moose. Do know what a moose is Klu? They are LOTS bigger than you or me or even our big mummies. They are sometimes shy like me, and they are vegetarian. That means they only eat plants. They don’t eat bears or muppets or kids, which makes me really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see moose a lot where I live. In the winter, they have to find lots of food, and it’s hard to find plants in the snow. The more snow there is, the more they come down from the mountainside to find plants in the town. That’s what happened with this little moose. Isn’t he cute? I feel bad for him that he’s so hungry he tried to get into the restaurant. I wonder where his mom is? She must be lookin’ for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8T0i8FkfSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xH-Eh1GwUS4/s1600-h/Moose+at+Restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8T0i8FkfSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xH-Eh1GwUS4/s400/Moose+at+Restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171527153210391842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s a little about my life, Klu. Do you think your fans will like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Roma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3509094495583187173?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3509094495583187173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3509094495583187173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3509094495583187173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3509094495583187173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/02/citin-est-thing-ever-roma-wrote-post.html' title='The &apos;Citin&apos;-est Thing Ever:  Roma Wrote A Post For My Blog (Get A Klu)'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8T0i8FkfSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xH-Eh1GwUS4/s72-c/Moose+at+Restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1746300979999308102</id><published>2008-02-24T17:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:46:12.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Dars Drives Me CRAZY!</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this post is 'bout how Dars sometimes is the best baby duck I ever met, and sometimes she drives me CRAZY.  It's all cuz she likes water so much.  Every time anyone turns on the sink or the shower or pours water into the top of the coffee maker, Dars starts doin' some hoppin' around.  She's always jumpin' into the water and gettin' all soaked, then she hops around, doin' some shakin' and makin' water fly everywhere.  Drives me CRAZY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she's all wet, she's the cutest baby duck I ever met, so then I gotta stop bein' mad at her.  Here's a picture of Dars when she's all wet and 'draggled.  Isn't she the cutest baby duck you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8IN-MFkfRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Kyw1VkFpuwM/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8IN-MFkfRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Kyw1VkFpuwM/s400/feelin%27+stressed+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170710684222389522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short post cuz I gotta go help Uncle Kerms make dinner.  I like doin' some cookin' with Uncle Kerms cuz he lets me cut things and stuff.  My Big Mummy doesn't let me cut things cuz I might cut my paw or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1746300979999308102?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1746300979999308102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1746300979999308102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1746300979999308102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1746300979999308102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-dars-drives-me-crazy.html' title='Sometimes Dars Drives Me CRAZY!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R8IN-MFkfRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Kyw1VkFpuwM/s72-c/feelin%27+stressed+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6518757529840602882</id><published>2008-02-20T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:47:31.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Richard Scarry Would Like'/><title type='text'>The 'Citin'-est 'Struction Ever</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few mornings ago, I heard some noises outside, so I opened the blinds before the sun was doin' any shinin'.  And I saw the 'citin'-est thing EVER:  a whole bunch of cement mixers were linin' up across the street where they've been doin' some 'struction.  Here's a picture of me doin' some watchin' before the sun was doin' any shinin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxCcFkfMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wXVG6-ibInE/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxCcFkfMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wXVG6-ibInE/s400/feelin%27+stressed+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271496516074690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it started gettin' light out, they brought in the biggest crane EVER!  Here's a photo of the biggest crane ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxCsFkfNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Lbq_nQjouZo/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxCsFkfNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Lbq_nQjouZo/s400/feelin%27+stressed+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271500811042002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they made the cement go up a hose on the crane and come shootin' out at the end of the crane.  They shot the cement to make the bottom of the new buildin'.  Here's a picture of me watchin' them shoot the cement out the end of the crane.  You can't really see where the cement is shootin' out, but it was really 'citin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxDcFkfOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/b6h7wFiNS0A/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxDcFkfOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/b6h7wFiNS0A/s400/feelin%27+stressed+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271513695943906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the window and did some watchin' most of the mornin' cuz it was so 'citin'.  I like watchin' 'struction a lot.  Maybe I'll drive a crane when I grow up.    Or maybe a digger.  I'd like to drive a digger a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxDsFkfPI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EMTJGUQrjjU/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxDsFkfPI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EMTJGUQrjjU/s400/feelin%27+stressed+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271517990911218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I wrote an email to Hannah G tonight, cuz she's got 'monia.  I told her to get feelin' better soon.  I miss Hannah G something fierce.  I don't get to see Hannah G much now, since Auntie E moved to Wyoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6518757529840602882?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6518757529840602882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6518757529840602882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6518757529840602882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6518757529840602882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/02/citin-est-struction-ever.html' title='The &apos;Citin&apos;-est &apos;Struction Ever'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R7zxCcFkfMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wXVG6-ibInE/s72-c/feelin%27+stressed+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5588611707932883655</id><published>2008-01-26T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:21:17.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Bloggin&apos; Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Kermit'/><title type='text'>Feelin' Stressed 'Bout My Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feelin' stressed 'bout my blog cuz I didn't write nothin' for more than a week.  Sometimes it's hard to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear, cuz there's all those 'spectations that I'm gonna have lots of 'ventures to write 'bout.  I don't think I had any 'ventures lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just tellin' Uncle Kerms that I was feelin' stressed 'bout my blog.  He told me to turn around so he could rub my shoulders.  Here's a picture of Uncle Kerms rubbin' my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R5vjk8kM9yI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fRa1iiCHtCs/s1600-h/feelin%27+stressed+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R5vjk8kM9yI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fRa1iiCHtCs/s400/feelin%27+stressed+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159968021955802914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Uncle Kerms got done rubbin' my shoulders, I felt a lot better, and I decided to write my blog 'bout feelin' stressed 'bout my blog.  Then I decided I should put some new links on my blog, cuz I 'scovered there's other Famous Bloggin' Animals out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some links to other Famous Bloggin' Animals.  I'll put them in my sidebar too. I wish Roma would write a post on my blog sometime.  I miss Roma something fierce.  I 'vited her to write posts on my blog, but Auntie E and Uncle Gumbles don't have internet at their house yet, so Roma can only write a post if she goes along with Auntie E to work.  Um, I almost forgot -- here's those links to other Famous Bloggin' Animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://phytheas.blogspot.com/"&gt;This one is 'about Phytheas, who is a bear on the move.  Phytheas is from England.  That's kinda close to Scotland, where I used to be from.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arthurstravels.blogspot.com/"&gt;This one is 'bout a bear named Arthur who lives in London.  He has 'ventures too, but they're different from my 'ventures.  He does stuff like ride on buses.  I never rode on a bus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frogtravel.blogspot.com/"&gt;This blog is called The Unexpected Life of the Green Frog, and it's 'bout a green frog that goes lots of places.  I think this green frog has had more 'ventures than me, but he doesn't do any 'splainin' 'bout his 'ventures.  He just takes pictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, that's all.  I don't feel stressed 'bout my blog now, cuz I wrote a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5588611707932883655?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5588611707932883655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5588611707932883655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5588611707932883655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5588611707932883655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/01/feelin-stressed-bout-my-blog.html' title='Feelin&apos; Stressed &apos;Bout My Blog'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R5vjk8kM9yI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fRa1iiCHtCs/s72-c/feelin%27+stressed+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3390870420348752744</id><published>2008-01-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:14:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, I Forgot To Take Any Photos</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickers bars were buy one get one free at the grocery store this week.  So I got two for the dollar that Uncle Kerms gave me for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to do some 'pologizin' to my fans, cuz when we ate our Snickers bars I forgot to take any pictures.  You should have seen Wilbs when she opened the first bar.  She's a pig, you know, and she could hardly wait.  She did lots of snortin' and oinkin' till I gave her her piece.  And sugar makes Darla hyper.  She squawked and flapped and stood on her head.  Then her tummy hurt later, and she waddled around, sayin' "mwack" in a sad voice.  Speeds liked his piece so much he licked the wrapper clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real glad Uncle Kerms gave me that dollar, but I sure wish Auntie E had 'membered to give me that 50 cents she promised me.  Cuz then with my change from the dollar and her 50 cents, I could buy another Snickers bar and get one more free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I love Auntie E even though she forgot to give me that 50 cents she promised me.  Maybe she can sent it in an envelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3390870420348752744?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3390870420348752744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3390870420348752744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3390870420348752744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3390870420348752744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-i-forgot-to-take-any-photos.html' title='Um, I Forgot To Take Any Photos'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8621186972188788132</id><published>2007-12-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:46:19.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Kermit'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, um, I Got A Dollar</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu.  Merry Christmas!  (I could write 'Happy Christmas,' too, cuz that's what we used to say when I was a Scottish bear.  But now I'm mostly a 'Merican bear, and we say 'Merry Christmas.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 'citin'-est ever things already happened today.  The first 'citin'-est thing ever is that it's doin' lots of snowin' here.  When we woke up, we looked out the window, and it's snowin' and snowin'.  That means we're havin' a white Christmas.  That makes me real happy.  I like snow a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 'citin'-est thing ever is that Uncle Kerms gave me a dollar for Christmas!  I never had my own dollar!  My Big Mummy sometimes gives me some pennies or dimes to play with, but I never had my own dollar.  First I was gonna use it to buy some gummy worms, but then I did some consultin' with Uncle Kerms, and he said if I went to the grocery store at the right time, I could get three Snickers bars for a dollar.  If I got three Snickers bars, I could give each of the kids half a Snickers bar, cuz there's six of us:  me, Wilbs, Dars, Speedy, Bruno, and Janna Ganna.  But I don't think Speedy will like a Snickers bar very much, cuz he's a turtle and turtles mostly eat stuff like spinach and fish.  So maybe he could give me his half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me sitting in the snow with my dollar.  We're gonna do some playin' in the snow as soon as we're done with breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R3EeH62NSEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/svLHZAmhi80/s1600-h/12-22-07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R3EeH62NSEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/svLHZAmhi80/s400/12-22-07+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147928970465724482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the rich bear (huh huh, that made me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  It's still doin' some snowin', so there's already more snow on the balcony railing than when I took my photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8621186972188788132?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8621186972188788132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8621186972188788132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8621186972188788132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8621186972188788132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-um-i-got-dollar.html' title='Merry Christmas, um, I Got A Dollar'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R3EeH62NSEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/svLHZAmhi80/s72-c/12-22-07+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3261552040932602612</id><published>2007-12-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:18:41.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Mood Rings A Lot</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write a blog for a while cuz I had a busy week.  I had to do some gettin' ready for Christmas.  And I went with my Big Mummy to work one day.  But now I want to write about mood rings on my blog (Get A Klu).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms have mood rings.  Mood rings are really 'citin' cuz they change colors 'pendin' on your mood.  Here's a picture of Uncle Kerms's hand with his mood ring on.  It's sort of in between relaxed and peaceful (that's what green means) and cheerful and jubilant (that's what blue means).  I didn't know what 'jubilant' meant till now.  It means really cheerful and happy and 'cited, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXQ62NSAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7Mxl1S33O7o/s1600-h/mood+ring+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXQ62NSAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7Mxl1S33O7o/s400/mood+ring+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262253805914114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy let me wear her mood ring for a while.  Here's a picture of me wearing my Big Mummy's mood ring.  When I first put it on, it said it was anxious (that's what brown means).  I wasn't anxious.  I think the ring was anxious cuz it got cold when Big Mummy took it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXRa2NSBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Vif0K6jujBw/s1600-h/mood+ring+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXRa2NSBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Vif0K6jujBw/s400/mood+ring+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262262395848722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXR62NSCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HTyvObe2VTg/s1600-h/mood+ring+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXR62NSCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HTyvObe2VTg/s400/mood+ring+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262270985783330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wore it for a while, it said I was relaxed and peaceful (that's what green means).  Here's a picture of the ring after it turned green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXT62NSDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c3PzvIvWDd4/s1600-h/mood+ring+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXT62NSDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c3PzvIvWDd4/s400/mood+ring+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262305345521714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a mood ring for Christmas, and a phone so I can text a girl-bear when I meet one that I like.  Uncle Kerms is giving me a dollar to buy gummy worms.  I like presents a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go cuz I'm over at Uncle Kerms's house, and I gotta do some playin' with Speedy.  I miss Speedy somethin' fierce when we go home, so I gotta play lots with him right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3261552040932602612?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3261552040932602612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3261552040932602612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3261552040932602612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3261552040932602612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-mood-rings-lot.html' title='I Like Mood Rings A Lot'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R2QXQ62NSAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7Mxl1S33O7o/s72-c/mood+ring+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8949276292086924220</id><published>2007-11-27T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:22:44.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' Some Thankin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me again, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, it's Saturday night and we're 'bout to eat pizza and watch a movie, but I asked Uncle Kerms if I could quick use his 'puter to write my blog cuz I 'ploaded some photos the other day.  Then I forgot 'bout my blog for a few days.  But I just 'membered it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Speedy and Uncle Kerms and Big Mummy went to Estes Park for Thanksgiving.  I like Thanksgiving cuz you get to do some thankin'.  I'm thankful for Speedy and Uncle Kerms and Big Mummy and Auntie E and Wilbs and Darla and Roma and Blu and Bianca and Uncle Gumbles and um, lots of other things, like chocolate and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, um, me and Speedy went on a hike with Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms.  We saw two big boy elks.  That was 'citin'.  Then we saw mountain lion tracks everywhere in the snow.  Tracks are footprints.  The mountain lion footprints were really big. That made me feel funny in my tummy.  I don't want to get eaten by a mountain lion.  But we never saw the mountain lion, just the tracks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the car, Speedy and I climbed up a fence while Big Mummy and Uncle Kerms were puttin' their packs in the car.  Here's a picture of us climbin' up on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0weH998kZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PSvvZTHdmK0/s1600-h/Estes+and+hat+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0weH998kZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PSvvZTHdmK0/s400/Estes+and+hat+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137514397165195666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, me and Speedy were really tired and kinda cold, so we got in Big Mummy's hat and took a nap.  Here's a picture of us takin' a nap in Big Mummy's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0weLd98kaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tYfKrjBxCgI/s1600-h/Estes+and+hat+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0weLd98kaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tYfKrjBxCgI/s400/Estes+and+hat+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137514457294737826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kerms just took the pizza out of the oven so I gotta go now.  Uncle Kerms is the best uncle ever.  I love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8949276292086924220?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8949276292086924220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8949276292086924220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8949276292086924220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8949276292086924220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-some-thankin.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Thankin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0weH998kZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PSvvZTHdmK0/s72-c/Estes+and+hat+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2759131021291784809</id><published>2007-11-25T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:41:18.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Richard Scarry Would Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ph&apos;losophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Doin' Some Playin' In The Leaves</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write a post for a few days cuz it was Thanksgiving, and I had to do some thankin' and some eatin' and stuff.  But I did a photo shoot with Speedy, cuz he went on our Thanksgiving bacation with us.  But first I have to write my last post 'bout our trip to St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done doin' some swingin' and some climbin', we went to another house where there were a lot of woods to play in.  A whale came along with us, but he didn't say very much.  It's hard to get to know a whale when he doesn't say very much.  Ewey came too, and did some more playin' with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we made a fort out of some logs and big pieces of stone.  The big pieces of stone were so big that we had to have the grownups move them for us.  Here's a picture of me and Speedy and Ewey and the whale in our fort, after the grownups moved the big pieces of stone for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0noJ5RR8XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WB6VMj_4B2Q/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0noJ5RR8XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WB6VMj_4B2Q/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136892106682528114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of doin' some playin' in the woods was all the leaves.  We made a big pile of leaves beside our fort, and we jumped in them.  I didn't want Ewey to jump in the leaves cuz her wool was so pretty, but she said it was okay.  (My cousin Bianca is a lambie too, but her wool is a lot dirtier cuz she's had so many 'ventures.  I miss Bianca something fierce.)  Here's a picture of me and Speedy and Ewey doin' some jumpin' in the leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0noK5RR8YI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rtyjiqoOppo/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0noK5RR8YI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rtyjiqoOppo/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136892123862397314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep havin' so many 'ventures I can't keep track of them all.  In my next post, I'll tell you 'bout our Thanksgiving 'venture.  But it was just a little 'venture, not a bacation where you ride on a airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I haven't written any ph'losophy for a while, or any stuff that Richard Scarry would like.  Maybe I'll do that for my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2759131021291784809?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2759131021291784809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2759131021291784809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2759131021291784809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2759131021291784809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-some-playin-in-leaves.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Playin&apos; In The Leaves'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0noJ5RR8XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WB6VMj_4B2Q/s72-c/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-435688138881029325</id><published>2007-11-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:06:14.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' Some Climbin' In A Tree (And 'Bout How Speedy's A Really Good Climber)</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we did some swingin' on the swings, then we decided to do some climbin' in the tree.  Me and Speedy and Ewey all climbed up to the first fork in the tree trunk together.  Here's a picture of me and Ewey at the first fork in the tree trunk.  (Ewey's a really pretty lamb, and her wool was really clean.  My fur was really dirty.  That's cuz I rolled in the dust at the bottom of the slide.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EGzNnMXXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wtnFwE8PrJA/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EGzNnMXXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wtnFwE8PrJA/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134392527076220274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took the picture of us at the first fork in the tree trunk, we realized that Speedy had disappeared.  That's cuz he just kept doin' some climbin'.  I made a 'scovery on this bacation:  Speedy's a really good climber.  Here's a picture of him when we 'scovered he'd just kept doin' some climbin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG0dnMXYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bDIIaEV43eU/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG0dnMXYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bDIIaEV43eU/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134392548551056770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy just kept climbin' and climbin', till he climbed higher than Uncle Kerms.  (You can see Uncle Kerms's arm in the photo, but he's bein' 'nonymous, cuz he's a grownup.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG09nMXZI/AAAAAAAAAck/dTGHuNd_5FY/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG09nMXZI/AAAAAAAAAck/dTGHuNd_5FY/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134392557140991378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to climb that high too, so I asked Luke to make an elevator out of his hood.  (Luke is Natalie's brother.  I liked playin' with Luke a lot.  I wish I had more little boys to play with.)  Here's a picture of Luke makin' an elevator out of his hood and takin' me to the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG19nMXbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ssW2QnTtLt8/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG19nMXbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ssW2QnTtLt8/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134392574320860594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up as high as Speedy, I climbed out of the elevator that Luke made out of his hood, and hung onto the branch with Speedy.  Here's a picture of me and Speedy on a branch at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG1dnMXaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0qjRhF7j6o8/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EG1dnMXaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0qjRhF7j6o8/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134392565730925986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now 'bout climbin' in the tree.  Tomorrow I'm gonna tell you 'bout playin' in the pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I miss Roma somethin' fierce tonight.  I hope she wants to write a post on my blog soon.  I sent her an invitation to be a poster on my blog, but she didn't answer yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-435688138881029325?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/435688138881029325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=435688138881029325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/435688138881029325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/435688138881029325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-some-climbin-in-tree-and-bout-how.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Climbin&apos; In A Tree (And &apos;Bout How Speedy&apos;s A Really Good Climber)'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/R0EGzNnMXXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wtnFwE8PrJA/s72-c/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2919633972480425004</id><published>2007-11-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:59:12.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Doin' some swingin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bein' a Bloggin' Bear again.  When I wasn't a Bloggin' Bear, I missed it lots.  Bloggin' makes me happy cuz I can tell my fans 'bout all my 'ventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me and Speedy got done doin' some slidin' with Ewey and Natalie, (Ewey is a lamb who looks like Bianca, only she's bigger, and Natalie is a little girl who kinda reminds me of Hannah G, only she's littler), we decided to do some swingin'.  Here's a picture of all of us doin' some swingin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LRtnMXTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1EIem-sT2oE/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LRtnMXTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1EIem-sT2oE/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133271549201898802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy was really good at doin' some swingin'.  I didn't know turtles could balance so good.  Turtles are kinda surprisin'.  Here's a photo of Speedy doin' some swingin'.  He had to kick his little back legs really hard to make himself go.  It was the cutest thing I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0MUtnMXWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/OEeSGlGZGyA/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0MUtnMXWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/OEeSGlGZGyA/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133272700253134178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewey and Speedy got to swing in the rings, but I did my swingin' on a bar.  Here's a picture of me swingin' on the bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LSNnMXUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dWaYKwGfLis/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LSNnMXUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dWaYKwGfLis/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133271557791833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the bar started to hurt my tummy.  So I decided to do some climbin'.  Here's a picture of me doin' some climbin' up the chain of my swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0MUdnMXVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zIPUhitTdEA/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0MUdnMXVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zIPUhitTdEA/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133272695958166866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go do some playin' now, but I'll write more tomorrow 'bout climbin' in the tree.  Now that I think 'bout it, our bacation was almost a bacation of a lifetime cuz we got to do some climbin' and stuff.  Plus we got to meet Uncle Kerms's family.  Uncle Kerms (rhymes with worms) was a little boy once.  Huh.  Huh.  That makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2919633972480425004?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2919633972480425004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2919633972480425004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2919633972480425004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2919633972480425004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-some-swingin.html' title='Doin&apos; some swingin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LRtnMXTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1EIem-sT2oE/s72-c/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7632762095033481399</id><published>2007-11-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:09:08.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Doin' Some Visitin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, um, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went on another bacation.  It wasn't really a bacation of a lifetime, like my other bacations.  On bacations of a lifetime, you usually do some sailin' or some rock-climbin' or some bikin' or some campin' or something.  This was more of a visitin' bacation, cuz we went to visit Uncle Kerms's family.  Speedy came too.  He was really 'cited, cuz he never went on a bacation before.  (He didn't know it wasn't really a bacation of a lifetime.  He just thought it was a 'citin' bacation.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of our bacation, the citin'-est thing ever happened:  we met Ewey.  Ewey is a lamb who looks a lot like Bianca, 'cept she's bigger.  (I miss Bianca something fierce, now that she lives with Auntie E and Uncle Gumbles in Wyoming.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and Ewey at the top of their slide in their back yard.  I wish we had a slide in our back yard.  We can do some good slidin' on Uncle Kerms's railing, but you can go faster on a real slide.  Oh, I forgot to tell you 'bout Ewey's Big Mummy.  Ewey has a Big Mummy named Natalie.  Natalie is almost the same age as my friend Hannah G.  You can see Natalie's knee in the photo.  (I miss Hannah G something fierce.  I need to write her an email.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LP9nMXQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8Pbpp9Oi8A/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LP9nMXQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8Pbpp9Oi8A/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133271519137127682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the slide, there was the best patch of dust I ever saw.  Bears like dust, you know.  I kinda rolled around in the dust cuz I liked it so much.  Ewey wanted to roll around in it too, but I wouldn't let her cuz her wool was so pretty.  (Lambs have wool, not fur, you know.)  Here's a picture of me after I rolled around in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LQtnMXRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/R0Nj2pxhs4A/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LQtnMXRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/R0Nj2pxhs4A/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133271532022029586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me and Ewey were doin' some slidin', we didn't notice what Speedy was doin'.  Turtles are really quiet sometimes.  While we were doin' some slidin', Speedy was doin' some climbin'.  Speedy is really good at doin' some climbin', but we just found that out.  We didn't know turtles were good at doin' some climbin'.  While me and Ewey were doin' some slidin', Speedy climbed all the way to the top of the jungle gym.  Here's a picture of Speedy wavin' to us from the top of the jungle gym.  Isn't he the best turtle you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LRNnMXSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LFQUFLWr1No/s1600-h/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LRNnMXSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LFQUFLWr1No/s400/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133271540611964194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go to bed now, so I'll write another post tomorrow about doin' some swingin' on the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7632762095033481399?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7632762095033481399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7632762095033481399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7632762095033481399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7632762095033481399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-some-visitin.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Visitin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rz0LP9nMXQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8Pbpp9Oi8A/s72-c/trail+%26+trip+to+St+Louis+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2555306350320808616</id><published>2007-11-13T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:17:52.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Real Dirty and Tired Bear, Cuz Of My 'Ventures</title><content type='html'>Um, hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  I'm not gonna write a long post cuz I just got back from my 'venture in St Louis.  That's where Uncle Kerms grew up, and we just went to meet his family.  I think they liked me a lot, 'specially Natalie and Luke.  Speedy went on our 'venture too, and my Big Mummy.  I took lots of photos of our 'venture, but I'm too tired now to download them.  And I really need a bath, cuz I'm kind of a different color of brown now.  More like dirt than fur.  I'll write a post 'bout my 'ventures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Tired Bear (I'm kinda dirty too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2555306350320808616?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2555306350320808616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2555306350320808616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2555306350320808616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2555306350320808616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-real-dirty-and-tired-bear-cuz-of-my.html' title='I&apos;m A Real Dirty and Tired Bear, Cuz Of My &apos;Ventures'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7899242783555991618</id><published>2007-11-08T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:14:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Do Some More Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I've been away so long I don't know if I 'member how to do some bloggin'.  I didn't mean to be away so long.  I just got kinda 'stracted, cuz there were so many 'citing things goin' on.  But now I'm gonna do some more bloggin' again, and I asked Roma and Blu to help me write some posts.  And maybe Wilbs is gonna write some posts too.  Cuz sometimes I can't think of a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I can think of a post.  It's about Auntie E's wedding.  Auntie E got married to Uncle Gumbles!  (Now Blu and Roma and Bianca can call him Papa Gumbles, but he's still Uncle Gumbles to me.)  I got to be the Best Bear at the wedding!  That was the 'citin'-est thing ever!  Here's a picture of me and my Big Mummy and Auntie E, with me bein' the Best Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RzPdj8hltuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SiddSjAemcY/s1600-h/E+%26+G%27s+Wedding+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RzPdj8hltuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SiddSjAemcY/s400/E+%26+G%27s+Wedding+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130688010117297890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm doin' some bloggin' again, I'll tell you all 'bout Speedy, cuz he's the best turtle I ever met.  I love him so much.  And I'll tell you 'bout all our 'ventures.  We're gonna have a 'venture tomorrow, cuz we're going to St. Louis to meet Uncle Kerms's family.  I don't know if I'm gonna do much appearin' cuz I don't know if they'll know that I'm a real bear or not.  I'll tell you 'bout it when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bloggin' Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I'm sorry I let my fans down by not bloggin' for so long.  'Specially Shelley Anne, cuz she wrote me a comment that she was sad cuz her Big Mummy used to read my blog to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7899242783555991618?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7899242783555991618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7899242783555991618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7899242783555991618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7899242783555991618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-gonna-do-some-more-bloggin.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Do Some More Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RzPdj8hltuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SiddSjAemcY/s72-c/E+%26+G%27s+Wedding+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1180883730459118997</id><published>2007-09-14T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:57:09.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Citin'-est Thing Ever:  We 'Dopted Speedy!</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, do you 'member me?  It's me, Klu the Bloggin' Bear, 'cept I kinda stopped bloggin' for a while.  That was cuz it was summer, and I had too much playin' to do.  Then my Big Mummy got a new job, and I'm not 'llowed to use the 'puter while she's gone, so I didn't have as much time to write my posts.  But now I got lots of 'citin' things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is Uncle Kerms (rhymes with worms, huh, huh) 'dopted Speedy the Turtle. My and my Big Mummy went to lots of 'doption places before we met Speedy, cuz we had to find just the right turtle for Uncle Kerms to 'dopt.  We brought Speedy to our house for a few days, so he could get used to bein' 'dopted.  Then we told Uncle Kerms we had a s'prise for him.  Here's a picture of us waitin' in the window for Uncle Kerms.  You can tell which one is Speedy cuz he's the green turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurWGe-W-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCTpZl8KnZw/s1600-h/Speedy+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurWGe-W-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCTpZl8KnZw/s400/Speedy+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110132134087424098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went back to Uncle Kerms's house to help him take care of Speedy.  Speedy can't talk yet, but we made a 'scovery that he really likes to eat spinach.  Uncle Kerms gave him some spinach, and he ate it really fast.  Here's a picture when Speedy is almost done eatin' the spinach really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurW2e-W-HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kEQv3q-LiSM/s1600-h/Speedy+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurW2e-W-HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kEQv3q-LiSM/s400/Speedy+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110132958721144946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurW2u-W-II/AAAAAAAAAaE/rqU_rmtyfKk/s1600-h/Speedy+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurW2u-W-II/AAAAAAAAAaE/rqU_rmtyfKk/s400/Speedy+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110132963016112258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we taught Speedy how to do some slidin' on Uncle Kerms' stairs.  Here's a picture of Speedy gettin' ready to do some slidin' and Wilbs gettin' ready to do some pushin'.  (It's more fun to slide if one of the other kids does some pushin' cuz it makes you go faster.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXx--W-JI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Orak5vuwYbc/s1600-h/Speedy+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXx--W-JI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Orak5vuwYbc/s400/Speedy+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110133980923361426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darla waited at the bottom, in case Speedy was scared.  Here's a picture of Darla waitin' at the bottom.  (I don't think Speedy was scared.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXye-W-KI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TAXAxCx2ajw/s1600-h/Speedy+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXye-W-KI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TAXAxCx2ajw/s400/Speedy+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110133989513296034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbs really like to do some pushin'.  Here's a picture of her after she pushed Speedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXyu-W-LI/AAAAAAAAAac/9blNoDBEwg4/s1600-h/Speedy+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXyu-W-LI/AAAAAAAAAac/9blNoDBEwg4/s400/Speedy+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110133993808263346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy did some good slidin' and flew off and landed on his side.  Here's a picture of him on his side.  It was some pretty good slidin' for his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXzO-W-MI/AAAAAAAAAak/-ul3_Ty7Q90/s1600-h/Speedy+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXzO-W-MI/AAAAAAAAAak/-ul3_Ty7Q90/s400/Speedy+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110134002398197954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXzu-W-NI/AAAAAAAAAas/XiAxppnVk5g/s1600-h/Speedy+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurXzu-W-NI/AAAAAAAAAas/XiAxppnVk5g/s400/Speedy+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110134010988132562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought turtles could get stuck if they landed on their side, but Speedy just rolled over.  Here's a picture of him just rollin' over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Speedy a lot.  He's the best turtle I ever saw.  I miss him something fierce on the days he stays at Uncle Kerms's house.  But then I get so excited when we can see him again.  We're gonna see him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bloggin' Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1180883730459118997?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1180883730459118997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1180883730459118997' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1180883730459118997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1180883730459118997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/09/citin-est-thing-ever-we-dopted-speedy.html' title='The &apos;Citin&apos;-est Thing Ever:  We &apos;Dopted Speedy!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RurWGe-W-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCTpZl8KnZw/s72-c/Speedy+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6012139459911424745</id><published>2007-08-05T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:57:12.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' Some Slidin' on Uncle Kermit's Stairs</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kids like Uncle Kermit a lot, but we used to think his house was kinda boring, cuz he didn't have many toys.  But then we made a 'scovery.  Actually, Darla made the 'scovery.  The railing of Uncle Kermit's stairs makes the best slide ever.  Darla didn't mean to slide down it the first time.  She was just doin' some waddlin' on the  flat part of the railing, but she got too close to the slanted part.  She slid down the slanted part sayin' 'mwack, mwack, MWACK, MWACK, MWACK, MWACK.'  She landed on the carpet on her back, and she just kept sayin' 'mwack, mwack.'  It looked like so much fun that me and Wilbs decided to try it too.  Here's a picture of my first time.  I was feelin' a little scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8VNc_p8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/jalBl5yBnao/s1600-h/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8VNc_p8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/jalBl5yBnao/s400/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396732246665154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second try, I decided to push with my paws.  Pushin' with my paws made me go faster.  Here's a picture of me pushin' with my paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8Vtc_p9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/SoBSExmlZdY/s1600-h/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8Vtc_p9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/SoBSExmlZdY/s400/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396740836599762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to go down headfirst on my back.  That was the 'citin'-est way ever.  It made my stomach do a flip-flop when I flew off the end of the railing.  Here's a picture of me shootin' down headfirst on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8V9c_p-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YNQuKEHY9M8/s1600-h/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8V9c_p-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YNQuKEHY9M8/s400/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396745131567074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy thought I looked so cute that she made a closeup of me shootin' down headfirst on my back.  Here's the closeup of me shootin' down headfirst on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8WNc_p_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/JX2CJLRIz5g/s1600-h/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8WNc_p_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/JX2CJLRIz5g/s400/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396749426534386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot.  Here's a photo of Darla at the bottom, after she got done doin' some slidin'.  She just lay there saying, 'mwack, mwack, MWACK.'  Isn't she the cutest baby duck ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8Wdc_qAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_w98a84mO0I/s1600-h/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8Wdc_qAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_w98a84mO0I/s400/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396753721501698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't think Uncle Kermit's house is so boring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6012139459911424745?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6012139459911424745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6012139459911424745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6012139459911424745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6012139459911424745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/08/doin-some-slidin-on-uncle-kermits.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Slidin&apos; on Uncle Kermit&apos;s Stairs'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RrZ8VNc_p8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/jalBl5yBnao/s72-c/Doin%27+Some+Slidin%27+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4141877358957514890</id><published>2007-07-27T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:13:28.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kinda 'nnoyed with my Big Mummy</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  I wrote an email this mornin' to Uncle Kermit and my Auntie E.  They both liked it lots, and Uncle Kermit thought it was 'musing, so I decided to make it the post on my blog.  Here's my email that I wrote this mornin' to Uncle Kermit and my Auntie E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda 'nnoyed with my Big Mummy.  Last night in the middle of the night, she grabbed me around my tummy and put me on the floor under the bed on the side by the wall.  She scared me cuz I was doin' some sleepin', and she was doin' some sleepin' too, while she did it.  I pounded on her hand with my paw, but she didn't wake up.  I just lay there on the floor where she put me, cuz I was kinda confused and not really awake.  Then I started to cry.  Then all the sudden, her hand came back down and she grabbed me around my tummy again and picked me back up and put me under her chin where I always sleep.  I didn't 'zactly know what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her this mornin', and she did some 'pologizin'.  She said she was dreamin' that her new boss came in our bedroom and saw me sleepin' under her chin where I always sleep.  Big Mummy got 'barrassed to have her boss see me there, so she hid me under the bed.  Then she woke up and realized it was a dream, so she picked me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was funny, but I didn't think it was very funny.  It kinda scared me.  Big Mummy is weird when she thinks she's awake but she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the email I wrote this morning to Uncle Kermit and my Auntie E.  When I decided to make it the post for my blog, I asked Big Mummy if we could do a 'nactment.  A 'nactment is when you do the same thing that happened before, 'cept it's just doin' some actin'.  They do 'nactments all the time on the news when they're tellin' 'bout a robber, and they want to show how he snuck into the bank. It's not the real robber in the 'nactment; it's just an actor.  In the 'nactment that Big Mummy and I did, I acted the part of Klu the Bear and Big Mummy acted the part of her hand.  But we weren't really sleepin'.  Here's a photo of our 'nactment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rqol3Nc_p7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/sJ6NGOopjBQ/s1600-h/I%27m+confused+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rqol3Nc_p7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/sJ6NGOopjBQ/s400/I%27m+confused+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091923959130073010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4141877358957514890?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4141877358957514890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4141877358957514890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4141877358957514890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4141877358957514890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-kinda-nnoyed-with-my-big-mummy.html' title='I&apos;m kinda &apos;nnoyed with my Big Mummy'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rqol3Nc_p7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/sJ6NGOopjBQ/s72-c/I%27m+confused+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4423870958299677755</id><published>2007-07-23T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:12:15.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done With My Worryin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only write a quick post today cuz my Big Mummy is goin' off to a new job and I'm not 'llowed to use the 'puter when she's not here.  But I just wanted to tell you that everyone's done bein' sick now, so I can stop doin' some worryin' and get back to my playin'.  ('Cept I think Uncle Kermit's back probably still hurts.)  I'll write a longer post later 'bout the dumbest thing Big Mummy's done in a long time.  And we're gonna have a surprise for Uncle Kermit, but we haven't found it yet.  And I can't tell you 'bout it, cuz he reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4423870958299677755?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4423870958299677755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4423870958299677755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4423870958299677755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4423870958299677755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-done-with-my-worryin.html' title='I&apos;m Done With My Worryin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3060731318605291504</id><published>2007-07-20T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:28:54.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard To Be A Bloggin' Bear When You're Doin' Some Worryin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Worryin' Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written any posts for a while cuz I've had a lot of worryin' to do.  And worryin' takes a lot of time.  You can't write your blog and do some worryin' at the same time very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Mummy has been sick for a few days.  She doesn't get sick very often, so I was kinda scared.  And bored, too, cuz she was just sleepin' a lot and runnin' to the bathroom.  Maybe I shouldn't write that on my blog, 'bout her runnin' to the bathroom, but it's the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wilbs was sick, too.  I never saw a sick pig before.  She was the crankiest pig I ever saw.  She didn't want to eat nuthin' and she didn't want to play and she didn't want me to tell her a story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kermit came over yesterday to eat dinner with us, but Big Mummy was so sick that he had to cook his own dinner.  I thought that was funny, 'cept I was sorry Big Mummy was so sick.  Least she got everything ready for him to cook before he came.  But he didn't feel good either, cuz his back hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I talked to Auntie E, and I had to do some worryin' 'bout her too, cuz her life is crazy.  She's movin' again, and she's real tired, and she said a bad word on the phone.  (I can't tell you what it is, cuz I'm not 'llowed to write bad words on my blog.  That's almost like sayin' them, and I'm not 'llowed to say them.  'Cept sometimes I do when I get mad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started worryin' 'bout my blog.  Whenever I don't write my blog for a while, I start worryin' that my fans are all gonna go away.  And then I think I better write a really good post, to make up for not writin' my blog for a while.  But then I start worryin' that I can't think of a really good post, and it's hard to write a really good post when you're doin' some worryin'.  But Auntie E told me on the phone that I just needed to write something, even if it wasn't a really good post.  So that's why I'm tellin' you 'bout doin' some worryin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3060731318605291504?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3060731318605291504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3060731318605291504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3060731318605291504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3060731318605291504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-hard-to-be-bloggin-bear-when-youre.html' title='It&apos;s Hard To Be A Bloggin&apos; Bear When You&apos;re Doin&apos; Some Worryin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5673317816422952671</id><published>2007-07-12T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:51:23.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Unlucky Bear Today</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, the Unlucky Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bruno have been beggin' and beggin' my Big Mummy to take us to the playground.  Bruno likes to go down the tornado slide, and I like to swing as high as I can.  And I wanted to do a photo shoot for my blog (Get A Klu) so that you could see our playground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy finally said yes just now, so we walked up to the playground.  But when we got there, there were tons of big kids everywhere.  They were usin' all the swings and doin' some pushin' on the slide and everything.  Me and Bruno (and Wilbs came too) didn't feel like doin' any playin' with all them big kids around.  Sometimes big kids don't know we're real, so they do mean stuff to us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a Cranky Bear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't feel like signing my post 'love,' cuz I'm a Cranky Bear right now.  I wanted to swing on the swings as high as I could.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5673317816422952671?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5673317816422952671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5673317816422952671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5673317816422952671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5673317816422952671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-unlucky-bear-today.html' title='I&apos;m A Unlucky Bear Today'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5565713094320120361</id><published>2007-07-04T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:22:25.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitin' For Uncle Kermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RowcWc4VsDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qT_Jc_1fbUU/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RowcWc4VsDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qT_Jc_1fbUU/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083469251429642290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's me, Klu. Happy 4th of July.  Huh.  Huh.  I'm a Swedish-Scottish-'Merican bear, so it's only the 'Merican part of me that's wishin' you a happy 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this is just a really quick post, cuz we're gonna go soon for a barbecue and then the fireworks.  I just wanted to show you that picture at the top of this post.  It's a picture of us kids waitin' for Uncle Kermit to come for dinner.  We've got the best window I ever saw, and we can do lots of watchin' from our window.  When we moved here, we could even see the mountain where we do some rock-climbin', but it's all covered up now cuz of the leaves.  So we just watch other stuff, like the cars goin' by.  'Cept when we're waitin' for Uncle Kermit.  Then we watch for his car.  It's got lots of stickers on it.  That's how we know it's his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5565713094320120361?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5565713094320120361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5565713094320120361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5565713094320120361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5565713094320120361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/waitin-for-uncle-kermit.html' title='Waitin&apos; For Uncle Kermit'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RowcWc4VsDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qT_Jc_1fbUU/s72-c/Jackson+w+Craig+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7725904377246192037</id><published>2007-07-03T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:39:59.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Blu in a Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Roq_zs4VsCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2oB2D4Jmkf4/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Roq_zs4VsCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2oB2D4Jmkf4/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083086024382722082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gettin' really frustrated on our bacation, cuz every time I wanted to spend quality time with Blu, all the other kids wanted to play too.  But we're both bears, you know, and sometimes we just like to talk 'bout bear stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally we got a chance to climb a tree and talk 'bout bear stuff.  (Tame bear stuff.  We're not wild bears.)  The picture of me and Blu sittin' in a tree and talkin' 'bout bear stuff is at the top of my post today.  I just did that for v'riety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I was gonna tell you 'bout bein' chased by a grouse.  On the day that we saw the wild bear (my Big Mummy was scared, but me and Uncle Kermit weren't) we also got chased by a grouse.  A grouse is a kind of bird 'bout the size of a chicken.  I thought it should have been called a grouch, cuz it was the grouchiest bird I ever met.  It hopped out onto the trail right in front of me and Big Mummy, so we all stopped and talked to it.  It was close enough it could have pecked Big Mummy's ankles.  (She didn't really like that idea, but she wasn't scared yet).  We all looked at it for a while, then we went around it to go down the trail.  All the sudden, it started chasin' us with its beak open, makin' a weird noise.  Big Mummy and Uncle Kermit started runnin' down the trail.  They were laughin' a lot, but in a kinda scared way.  The bird just kept chasin' us.  We ran some more and the bird chased some more.  It chased us a long ways down the trail.  I had a really good view of it chasin' us cuz I was ridin' on the back of Big Mummy's pack.  I didn't like it chasin' us cuz its beak was big and pointy.  Finally it stopped chasin' us and went back to its house.  If I was actin' that grouchy, Big Mummy would probably make me take a time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the grouse just before we saw the bear.  When we were back at the car, Uncle Kermit said the funny thing was that he was more scared of the bird than the bear.  Maybe that's cuz he's used to me, even though I'm not a wild bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7725904377246192037?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7725904377246192037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7725904377246192037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7725904377246192037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7725904377246192037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-and-blu-in-tree.html' title='Me and Blu in a Tree'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Roq_zs4VsCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2oB2D4Jmkf4/s72-c/Jackson+w+Craig+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-674828985406403834</id><published>2007-07-02T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:54:07.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post 'Bout Seein' The Wild Bear</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bacationin' Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  Huh.  I've been on so many bacations lately that I called myself the Bacationin' Bear.  Huh.  That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this is a post about seein' the wild bear in Grand Teton National Park.  First me and Uncle Kermit and my Big Mummy drove to a trailhead.  Here's a picture of me sittin' on the top of Uncle Kermit's car, doin' some admirin' cuz the view was so beautiful, while they put their hikin' boots on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RokbeM4Vr_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/3xzMJSJZsBo/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RokbeM4Vr_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/3xzMJSJZsBo/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082623860131868658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bear, and my legs aren't as long as Big Mummy's, so I can't walk as fast.  So she lets me ride on the back of her pack when we go hikin'.  When we stop somewhere, I like to get down and do some 'splorin'.  Here's a picture of me ridin' on the back of Big Mummy's pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rokbes4VsAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oepJMv312Bk/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rokbes4VsAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oepJMv312Bk/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082623868721803266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked up to some lakes.  Here's a picture of one of the lakes.  It's a scenery picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rokbg84VsBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Etqb-dh4f0g/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rokbg84VsBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Etqb-dh4f0g/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082623907376508946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were hikin' back down, some men comin' up the trail told us there was a bear just a little ways down the trail.  Huh.  Huh.  They didn't see me on the back of Big Mummy's pack.  And anyway, they meant a wild bear, not a tame bear like me.  I felt a little squiggly in my tummy, cuz I've never met a wild bear before.  Big Mummy and Uncle Kermit talked real loud as we went down the trail, cuz we didn't want to make the wild bear jump.  Then Uncle Kermit saw the wild bear.  It wasn't the mama grizzly with her cubs that Blu told us 'bout in the newspaper. It was a black bear.  It was goin' 'bout its business right by the trail.  Uncle Kermit was the man, so he went first.  He wasn't scared, cuz the bear was just goin' 'bout its business.  But my Big Mummy was scared.  She was kinda in a hurry, and she didn't want to stay and look at the wild bear too long.  But it never really paid any attention to us.  It just kept goin' 'bout its business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 'citing-est thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to tell about bein' chased by a grouse.  I gotta go play now, but I'll tell 'bout that in my next post.  It happened on the same hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-674828985406403834?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/674828985406403834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=674828985406403834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/674828985406403834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/674828985406403834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-bout-seein-wild-bear.html' title='A Post &apos;Bout Seein&apos; The Wild Bear'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RokbeM4Vr_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/3xzMJSJZsBo/s72-c/Jackson+w+Craig+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4208608343781712648</id><published>2007-06-29T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:04:56.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Here's The Next Post 'Bout Our New Bacation</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up in the morning (after Blu did some snorin' all night) we 'scovered that Auntie E and the kids live in the most beautiful place in the whole world.  It's funny when you drive to a place at night and you can't see it.  When you open your eyes in the morning, you make lots of 'scoveries.  Our first 'scovery was that Jackson is the most beautiful place in the whole world ('cept for some places in Scotland and some other places in Washington and where we live in Colorado and stuff).  Auntie E and the kids live right at the bottom of a ski mountain.  Blu took me outside even before we ate breakfast (bears like breakfast, you know, but we couldn't wait) and showed me the ski mountain.  Here's a photo of us lookin' at the ski mountain.  I can't wait to go back in the winter to do some skiin'.  You can tell that I'm Klu and he's Blu cuz his head is bigger than mine.  He's still got more stuffin' than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3L84Vr7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/zX7GMbNzU9M/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3L84Vr7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/zX7GMbNzU9M/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081528433017991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bein' real quiet when we went outside, but Roma must have heard us, cuz she came out to look at the ski mountain too.  I love Roma a lot, but I felt kinda squiggly inside when she came out, cuz me and Blu were talkin' 'bout some bear stuff, and we had to be polite and talk 'bout other stuff so Roma wouldn't feel left out.  Here's a picture of us still lookin' at the ski mountain.  A few days later, we hiked almost to the top.  It was funny to be on a ski mountain when there wasn't any snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3Ms4Vr8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/RhQtR3mR9Y0/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3Ms4Vr8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/RhQtR3mR9Y0/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081528445902892994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sittin' there talkin' 'bout other stuff so Roma wouldn't feel left out, all the other kids woke up and came out too.  Wilbs woke up cuz she was hungry.  Pigs are pretty much always hungry, you know.  Darla woke up cuz she wanted to look for another nest.  I don't know why Bianca woke up.  Here's a picture of all of us kids lookin' at the ski mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3OM4Vr9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Z3GpF96Xq2Y/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3OM4Vr9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Z3GpF96Xq2Y/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081528471672696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy came out just then and saw us all sittin' in the chair and said she needed to take a picture of us.  So here's a picture of all us kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU6884Vr-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/_FO0cZV2y0c/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU6884Vr-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/_FO0cZV2y0c/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081532573366464482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done lookin' at the ski mountain, we went inside and Auntie E made us scrambled eggs.  Um, maybe I need to go ask my Big Mummy if she'll make me scrambled eggs for lunch.  My tummy is doin' some growlin'.  Huh.  Huh.  That's funny.  Sometimes bears growl with their voice cuz they're mad, and other times they growl with their tummy cuz they're hungry.  Right now I'm just hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4208608343781712648?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4208608343781712648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4208608343781712648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4208608343781712648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4208608343781712648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-next-post-bout-our-new-bacation.html' title='Here&apos;s The Next Post &apos;Bout Our New Bacation'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoU3L84Vr7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/zX7GMbNzU9M/s72-c/Jackson+w+Craig+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1533602859913770765</id><published>2007-06-28T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:29:01.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Our New Bacation in Jackson, Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me Klu the Bear.  (But I'm just a little, tame bear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from our new bacation to go visit Auntie E and Mr. Gumbles in Jackson, Wyoming.  'Cept Auntie E left me a comment and said I should call him Uncle Gumbles now.  Huh.  Huh.  That's cuz they're gonna get married sometime soon.  I like Uncle Gumbles a lot, cuz he's like Willy Wonka.  He makes chocolate.  We got to take a tour of his chocolate factory.  Bears like chocolate a lot, you know.  There were big vats of melted chocolate, and Uncle Gumbles took the lids off so we could see inside.  I wanted to put my paw in, just to taste it, but Uncle Gumbles said I might fall in like Augustus Gloop, and that would be dangerous.  (Big Mummy held onto Wilbs real tight to keep her from doin' any 'vestigatin.')  I wasn't 'llowed to take any photos inside the chocolate factory cuz it's top secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tellin' 'bout our bacation all backwards.  That's cuz I got so 'cited 'bout the &lt;a href="http://www.huckleberrymountain.com/"&gt;Huckleberry Mountain Chocolates&lt;/a&gt;.  You can buy them on Uncle Gumbles's website, 'specially if you are a businessbear and run a gift shop.  I like the popcorn and the huckleberry bark the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I looked out the front window of the car the whole way to Jackson cuz I was so 'cited to see Auntie E and the kids.  I missed them something fierce.  It was really late at night when we got there, but we got to stay up for a long time cuz we hadn't seen the kids since they moved away from Denver.  Blu showed me the newspaper from Grand Teton National Park, and told me all 'bout the mama grizzly bear and her three cubs that everyone's been seein'.  I was so 'cited to see Blu.  I gave him a big bear hug and 'bout squeezed all his stuffin' out.  (He's got more stuffin' than me.  That's why his head is bigger than mine.)  Here's a picture of Blu showin' me the newspaper with the photo of the mama grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoPcPM4Vr5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gQAcg3e7fCY/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoPcPM4Vr5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gQAcg3e7fCY/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081146958317727634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when Blu was showin' me the newspaper with the picture of the mama grizzly bear, all the other kids came over to see too.  I didn't like that very much.  I wanted to spend some quality time with Blu, but all the other kids wanted to see the newspaper too.  Here's a picture of all the kids lookin' at the newspaper.  'Cept Darla.  She just made a nest in the blanket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoPcPs4Vr6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/26ywyaiCsdo/s1600-h/Jackson+w+Craig+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoPcPs4Vr6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/26ywyaiCsdo/s400/Jackson+w+Craig+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081146966907662242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then big Mummy said it was bedtime, and we'd get to see lots of stuff in the morning.  I was so 'cited I couldn't go to sleep for forever.  And Blu was doin' some snorin'.  I forgot that Blu always does some snorin'.  It kept me awake, 'cept I was so happy to see him that I couldn't be mad at him for snorin'.  Some bears snore, you know.  But not me.  'Cept when I have a cold.  I think everybody snores when they have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1533602859913770765?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1533602859913770765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1533602859913770765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1533602859913770765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1533602859913770765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-new-bacation-in-jackson-wyoming.html' title='Our New Bacation in Jackson, Wyoming'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoPcPM4Vr5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gQAcg3e7fCY/s72-c/Jackson+w+Craig+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3783708173372167019</id><published>2007-06-27T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:12:39.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The David B'/><title type='text'>The Last Post 'Bout Our Other Bacation Cuz Now I Gotta Write 'Bout Our New Bacation</title><content type='html'>Um, hi, it's me, Klu.  I'm kinda behind on my posts cuz I've been havin' so many bacations.  So this is gonna be the last picture from our bacation on the David B, and then I'll start writing 'bout our new bacation (we saw a bear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Wilbs was doin' so much 'vestigatin' on the David B that Big Mummy was scared she might fall overboard.  It's really bad to fall overboard when you're on a boat.  You could die.  So Big Mummy had to hang onto Wilbs all the time.  Here's a picture of Wilbs doin' some sittin' on Big Mummy's lap and lookin' at the scenery.  You can see how Big Mummy has Wilbs's legs clamped between her knees.  That was so she didn't go overboard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoKYyc4Vr4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/bKYQrADfOsM/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoKYyc4Vr4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/bKYQrADfOsM/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080791322140716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go download my photos from our new bacation.  I didn't get any photos of the wild bear, cuz we were kinda scared.  But I took lots of photos of me and Blu (we're bears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3783708173372167019?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3783708173372167019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3783708173372167019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3783708173372167019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3783708173372167019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-post-bout-our-other-bacation-cuz.html' title='The Last Post &apos;Bout Our Other Bacation Cuz Now I Gotta Write &apos;Bout Our New Bacation'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RoKYyc4Vr4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/bKYQrADfOsM/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-321239742382245623</id><published>2007-06-19T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:21:22.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilbs Doin' Some 'Vestigatin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Sailor Bear for today.  I'm gonna be the Hikin' and Campin' and 'Splorin' Bear in a few days, when we go visit Auntie E and Mr. Gumbles and all the kids.  But I gotta tell you 'bout the rest of our bacation on the David B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of good food on the David B.  That's cuz Auntie Ch is the best cook ever.  She makes croissants from scratch (I liked the ones with chocolate inside) and she makes butter from scratch and lots of other stuff.  My Big Mummy ate so much her belly got bigger, and Uncle Kermit called her his little sweet potato.  (She didn't like that very much.)  (Uncle Kermit's belly got bigger too.  So did mine.  And Wilbs'.)  Wilbs did lots of 'vestigatin' 'bout the food cuz she's a pig and pigs are good eaters, you know.  Here's a photo of Wilbs 'vestigatin' some blueberry muffins one morning.  She got in trouble for 'vestigatin' cuz she got into the basket to do her 'vestigatin'.  That meant she was touchin' everyone else's muffins too.  It's not polite to touch other people's food, unless you're related to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnhUtpmb7DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/um1t7omyrJ8/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnhUtpmb7DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/um1t7omyrJ8/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077901723098147890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu The Bear With The Bigger Belly Now ('Cept I think it got smaller again when we got home.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-321239742382245623?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/321239742382245623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=321239742382245623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/321239742382245623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/321239742382245623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/wilbs-doin-some-vestigatin.html' title='Wilbs Doin&apos; Some &apos;Vestigatin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnhUtpmb7DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/um1t7omyrJ8/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1498600940093722341</id><published>2007-06-18T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:50:40.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More 'Bout The David B</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Sailor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cept I gotta tell you real quick 'bout bein' a sailor bear, cuz me and Uncle Kermit are gonna go on another bacation.  It's only a quick bacation to go see Auntie E and the other kids.  But I'm 'cited cuz I miss them somethin' fierce.  So I gotta finish tellin' 'bout our bacation on the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt;.  But now that we FINALLY have the internet at our house, I can do my blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wilbs did a lot of lookin' out the window when we were on the David B.  Here's a picture of us lookin' out the window.  You can see some islands and stuff.  I like Washington a lot.  I like lookin' at some islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rnbtp5mb7BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6Z1iMA2E0fk/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rnbtp5mb7BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6Z1iMA2E0fk/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077506933999266834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted Darla to do some lookin' out the window with us, but all she did was some fallin'.  Baby ducks aren't very good at sittin' on window ledges.  They are better at sittin' in nests, cuz that's where they come from.  Here's a picture of Darla doin' some fallin' onto the settee.  Every time she fell, she kicked her legs in the air and said 'mwack', but it sounded like she was laughin'.  I think baby ducks like doin' some fallin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnbtqZmb7CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fy2Hdk2nPHY/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnbtqZmb7CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fy2Hdk2nPHY/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077506942589201442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go do my packin' now.  We're gonna leave to visit Auntie E on Thursday afternoon.  It takes lots of hours to drive there, but that's okay cuz we like ridin' in the car.  And I can't wait to see Roma and Blu and Bianca.  I miss them somethin' fierce.  Auntie E got a digital camera yesterday, so now she can take pictures of the kids and send them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bacation Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1498600940093722341?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1498600940093722341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1498600940093722341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1498600940093722341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1498600940093722341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-bout-david-b.html' title='More &apos;Bout The David B'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rnbtp5mb7BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6Z1iMA2E0fk/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8417672200293497844</id><published>2007-06-14T18:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:24:20.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Citing-est Thing:  We're Back Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnHaoJmb7AI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jdiQ7IWxl8o/s1600-h/The+Router+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnHaoJmb7AI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jdiQ7IWxl8o/s400/The+Router+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076078638330014722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're FINALLY back on the internet at our house.  I'm really 'cited cuz I didn't like writin' my blog (Get A Klu) in the coffee shop with free wireless.  And my Big Mummy was drinkin' too much coffee.  She gets cranky if she drinks too much coffee.  But we're back online now.  You can't really tell in my photo, but me and Wilb'rina are watchin' the lights blinkin' on our router.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're FINALLY back on the internet at our house, I'll tell you more 'bout our bacation of a lifetime in my next post.  I made a 'scovery lately:  movin' is hard work.  We still have some boxes that we haven't unpacked yet, and I can't find one of my Hot Wheels cars.  But it's not quite a 'Zaster Zone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Connected Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8417672200293497844?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8417672200293497844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8417672200293497844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8417672200293497844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8417672200293497844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/citing-est-thing-were-back-online.html' title='The &apos;Citing-est Thing:  We&apos;re Back Online'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RnHaoJmb7AI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jdiQ7IWxl8o/s72-c/The+Router+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5049639943846200874</id><published>2007-06-07T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:28:23.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' My Big Mummy Wake Up</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Wake-Up Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do some interruptin' of my story 'bout our bacation of a lifetime.  I'll tell you 'bout our bacation next time.  This time I have to tell you 'bout something funny that happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Mummy is a good sleeper, so sometimes I get impatient for her to wake up in the mornings.  Today I was feelin' impatient, so I was waitin' for her to wake up.  She opened her eyes and she made a funny, squinchy face when she saw me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDopmb67I/AAAAAAAAAWM/5qwJJBxPLIQ/s1600-h/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDopmb67I/AAAAAAAAAWM/5qwJJBxPLIQ/s400/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073449714617936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Klu, I'm not ready to wake up yet.  Can you please stop staring in my face."  So I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDo5mb68I/AAAAAAAAAWU/XL8g_adFU1A/s1600-h/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDo5mb68I/AAAAAAAAAWU/XL8g_adFU1A/s400/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073449718912904130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes again, so I just did some more waitin'.  Then she opened her eyes and said, "Klu, why do you have to get right up in my face every morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDppmb6-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/o6aOZ6SPxj0/s1600-h/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDppmb6-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/o6aOZ6SPxj0/s400/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073449731797806050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the answer to that question.  But I backed up and did some thinkin' 'bout it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDpZmb69I/AAAAAAAAAWc/9YQJZpNkbkg/s1600-h/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDpZmb69I/AAAAAAAAAWc/9YQJZpNkbkg/s400/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073449727502838738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Big Mummy opened her eyes again, I told her it was cuz I was so happy to see her every day.  Then she smiled at me and gave me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDp5mb6_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ALoBZ10QdZw/s1600-h/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDp5mb6_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ALoBZ10QdZw/s400/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073449736092773362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Big Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5049639943846200874?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5049639943846200874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5049639943846200874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5049639943846200874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5049639943846200874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/makin-my-big-mummy-wake-up.html' title='Makin&apos; My Big Mummy Wake Up'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmiDopmb67I/AAAAAAAAAWM/5qwJJBxPLIQ/s72-c/Wakin%27+Up+W+Klu+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7693281489176780622</id><published>2007-06-06T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:12:52.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Teachin' 'Bout Charts</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Sailor Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Member how I went on a bacation of a lifetime last summer on the David B?  That's when I learned to be a Sailor Bear.  You can read all 'bout that bacation in my posts from September 2006.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a Sailor Bear, I did some teachin' to make sure Darla and Wilbs knew where we were goin'.  Here's a picture of us on the David B, lookin' at the chart.  Maps for boats are called charts.  Huh.  Huh.  Everything's called by a different name on a boat.  The kitchen is called the galley and the toilet is the head and left is port and right is starboard.  Sometimes it was a little confusin' for Darla and Wilbs, but not for me, cuz I learned all that stuff when I was a Sailor Bear last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmcSMpmb66I/AAAAAAAAAWE/qnIhLwN6ruw/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmcSMpmb66I/AAAAAAAAAWE/qnIhLwN6ruw/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073043513790950306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really 'cited cuz Darla stopped lookin' for a nest long enough to look at the chart and say 'mwack.'  (Darla still only says 'mwack.'  I can't wait till she can say my name, Klu.)  Wilb'rina looked at the chart too, but then she got busy doin' some 'vestigatin'.  There's lots of things to 'vestigate on a boat.  I'll show you a picture of Wilb'rina doin' some 'vestigatin' in the next post.  But we still don't have the internet at our house, so I don't know if I'll be able to write another post tomorrow.  I heard my Big Mummy say another bad word today after she got off the phone with the man who is bringin' us our router.  I think we're gettin' a kind of 'venturous router, cuz it went on a bacation instead of comin' to our house like it was supposed to.  It started out in Denver a couple of weeks ago, and then it went all over the country.  And some days it did some hidin' so the man couldn't find it.    And now it's on its way back to Denver, but it might not be here till Monday.  I think we're gonna like this router when it gets here, cuz it's so 'venturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sailor Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7693281489176780622?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7693281489176780622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7693281489176780622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7693281489176780622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7693281489176780622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-teachin-bout-charts.html' title='Me Teachin&apos; &apos;Bout Charts'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmcSMpmb66I/AAAAAAAAAWE/qnIhLwN6ruw/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-318366298086982411</id><published>2007-06-04T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:29:53.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's That Other Photo 'Bout The Shells In Uncle Kermit's Bathroom</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's that photo I couldn't 'pload the other day, cuz Big Mummy forgot the cord to make the pictures go from the camera to the 'puter.  That's me in Uncle Kermit's bathroom, playin' with the shells we picked up.  I like it that Uncle Kermit has some shells at his house now.  He doesn't have very many toys to play with when we go over there.  But I'm gonna start leavin' some of my toys for him to play with.  Maybe I'll leave one of my Hot Wheels cars for him to play with.  I think he'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmSRHt2iISI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UlNUDoXYyk8/s1600-h/Ouzel+Falls+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmSRHt2iISI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UlNUDoXYyk8/s400/Ouzel+Falls+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072338642079457570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday, and we're supposed to have the internet at our house on Wednesday.  I'm glad cuz I feel a little 'barrassed sittin' here in the coffee shop and writin' my blog.  All the grownups are starin' at me again.  I don't understand why grownups always have to stare at bloggin' bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-318366298086982411?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/318366298086982411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=318366298086982411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/318366298086982411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/318366298086982411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-that-other-photo-bout-shells-in.html' title='Here&apos;s That Other Photo &apos;Bout The Shells In Uncle Kermit&apos;s Bathroom'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmSRHt2iISI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UlNUDoXYyk8/s72-c/Ouzel+Falls+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2057323989250640904</id><published>2007-06-02T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:58:38.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Some Shells -- I Like Shells</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me again, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write a post today about shells.  I like shells a lot.  When we were on the beach in 'Lympia, me and Uncle Kermit picked up lots of shells.  I'm real good at pickin' up shells, so I helped Uncle Kermit choose which shells he should pick up.  Here's a picture of me and some of our shells.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmICft2iIRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Q8-acTu-5jY/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmICft2iIRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Q8-acTu-5jY/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071618874280124690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show you a picture of Uncle Kermit's bathroom, where he put the shells, but I can't.  I took the picture, but we forgot to bring the cord to plug the camera into Big Mummy's 'puter.  So I'll 'pload that picture the next time I can use the internet.  Why do grownups always put shells in bathrooms?  I put my shells by my pillow so I could look at them in the morning when I wake up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna have internet at our house for a few more days, cuz the company made a mistake.  I think my Big Mummy said a bad word when she found out.  It's drivin' us crazy to have to go to the coffee shop to get our email.  And I felt a little 'barrassed the other day to write my blog in public.  But I didn't want to let my fans down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2057323989250640904?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2057323989250640904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2057323989250640904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2057323989250640904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2057323989250640904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-and-some-shells-i-like-shells.html' title='Me and Some Shells -- I Like Shells'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RmICft2iIRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Q8-acTu-5jY/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7287348948758865523</id><published>2007-05-31T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:02:13.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  'Member me?  I couldn't write my blog for a long time cuz  everyone was doin' some movin' and stuff, and then me and Uncle Kermit and Big Mummy and Darla and Wilb'rina went on a bacation of a lifetime.  But I'm back now.  'Cept we still don't have the internet at our house, so me and my Big Mummy are sitting in a coffee shop right now.  I felt a little 'barrassed 'bout writin' my blog in public, but I didn't want to let my fans down.  So I decided I didn't care if the grownups all stared at me.  I don't know why grownups all stare at bloggin' bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, but that's not what I wanted to write 'bout.  I wanted to tell you 'bout everything that happened since we did some movin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Auntie E moved away.  That was the saddest thing ever.  I miss Auntie E something fierce.  And Roma and Blu and Bianca too.  Now Auntie E lives in a place where they have grizzly bears.  We're gonna go visit her soon, but I don't know how I feel 'bout grizzly bears.  I'm just a little bear compared to a grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next day after Auntie E moved away, me and Uncle Kermit and Big Mummy and Darla and Wilb'rina got on a plane and flew to Seattle.  I like planes a lot, but I didn't take any pictures of us on the plane.  Me and Wilbs did some 'vestigatin'.  Darla just made a nest in the seat pocket.  Darla's always makin' a nest somewhere, cuz she's a baby duck, and baby ducks come from nests, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a car and drove to 'Lympia.  'Lympia is where my Big Mummy's Big Mummy and Daddy, Mrs. A and Mr. K, live.  Me and Uncle Kermit and Big Mummy and Darla and Wilbs all went down to the dock at Mrs. A and Mr. K's house.  Here's a picture of us on the dock, lookin' at 'Lympia in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rl8jhd2iIPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/excfKwIbZIE/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rl8jhd2iIPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/excfKwIbZIE/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070810763298480370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the dock, there was some weird green stuff on the ground.  Sometimes there's water on the ground there, but it was low tide when we were there, so there wasn't any water.  Low tide is when all the water goes away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbs decided to do some 'vestigatin'.  She jumped down on a piece of wood that was kinda floatin' on the weird green stuff.  Here's a picture of her on the piece of wood, doin' some 'vestigatin'.  I didn't like it very much that she was way down there on the piece of wood, cuz I didn't want her to get swept away by the water.  I felt a little worried 'bout her, but Big Mummy said she was fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rl8jk92iIQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vJTEdxK1J-0/s1600-h/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rl8jk92iIQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vJTEdxK1J-0/s400/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070810823428022530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darla just found a nest.  It was a little hole in the dock.  I don't know why it was there, but Darla just got into it like it was a nest and looked at all the big ducks flyin' by.  One of the ducks that was flyin' by said 'mwack' and Darla got really excited.  She said, 'mwack, mwack, mwack, mwack, mwack.'  But the big duck just kept flyin' by.  I wish Darla would say my name, Klu.  Kuh-lu.  But she still only says 'mwack.'  I can't wait till she can say something besides 'mwack.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to have the internet at our house today.  Then I'll write another post and tell you what we did next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Uncle Kermit a lot.  He's the best uncle ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the 'Venturous Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7287348948758865523?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7287348948758865523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7287348948758865523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7287348948758865523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7287348948758865523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rl8jhd2iIPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/excfKwIbZIE/s72-c/Trip+to+WA+w+Craig+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-120847491317989944</id><published>2007-05-07T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:27:45.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Zaster Zone</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Movin' Bear.  Bears don't like movin', you know.  Our old house is a 'zaster zone, and our new house is a 'zaster zone, so it's really hard to do some playin' and stuff.  Here's a picture of me and Roma with the 'zaster zone in the background.  It's not a very good photo, cuz the background is too dark, but doin' some movin' makes you really busy, so I don't have time to take another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l15AwAAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AtL_MH9b4M4/s1600-h/%27Zaster+Zone+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l15AwAAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AtL_MH9b4M4/s400/%27Zaster+Zone+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061946851443343362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilb'rina is the only one who likes movin', cuz there's so much stuff to 'vestigate.  Here's a picture of her 'vestigatin' a box.  Blu is watchin' her do some 'vestigatin'.  You can tell it's Blu and not me, Klu, cuz his head is bigger than mine and he's got more stuffin'.  I'm gonna miss Blu and Roma and Bianca something fierce.  Um, sometimes I start to cry just cuz I think about it.  I feel like doin' some cryin' right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l2JAwABI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IJQT9Rl1w-M/s1600-h/%27Zaster+Zone+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l2JAwABI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IJQT9Rl1w-M/s400/%27Zaster+Zone+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061946855738310674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Wilb'rina doesn't feel like doin' some cryin'.  She's too 'cited 'bout all that 'vestigatin'.  Here's another picture of her 'vestigatin' a different box, and Roma and Bruno watchin'.  All our furniture is at our new house, so they had to sit on some other boxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l3JAwACI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JADiC1qtZAU/s1600-h/%27Zaster+Zone+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l3JAwACI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JADiC1qtZAU/s400/%27Zaster+Zone+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061946872918179874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go do some cryin' now while the other kids aren't lookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sad Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-120847491317989944?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/120847491317989944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=120847491317989944' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/120847491317989944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/120847491317989944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/05/zaster-zone.html' title='&apos;Zaster Zone'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rj-l15AwAAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AtL_MH9b4M4/s72-c/%27Zaster+Zone+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4604065255426048571</id><published>2007-05-03T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:44:23.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Decided Somethin':  Bears Don't Like Movin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.  And Blu's here too.  We just decided somethin':  bears don't like movin'.  We both got really 'cited when we first saw the new 'partment, cuz it's really close to Uncle Kermit's house, and it's next to some mountains, and bears like mountains a lot, you know.  But then Big Mummy started doin' some packin' and we can't find our toys and the house is crazy and Blu and Roma and Bianca and Auntie E are goin' away.  I sat in the laundry basket and did some cryin' just now, but I didn't take any photos of that.  Blu got in the laundry basket too, and we did some cryin' together.  I'm gonna miss Blu somethin' fierce.  He's the best bear I know.  Nobody else can do some bear ballet and some walkin' quite as good as Blu.  I don't want him to go away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  I don't want to write anymore.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sad Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4604065255426048571?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4604065255426048571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4604065255426048571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4604065255426048571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4604065255426048571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-decided-somethin-bears-dont-like.html' title='I Decided Somethin&apos;:  Bears Don&apos;t Like Movin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-162688263662083155</id><published>2007-04-30T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:32:01.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gettin&apos; In Trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Kermit'/><title type='text'>Uncle Kermit's Dinner</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Happy Bear.  I'm a Happy Bear cuz I finally got to make dinner for Uncle Kermit.  My Big Mummy promised us kids AGES ago that we could make dinner for Uncle Kermit.  But sometimes grownups take a long time before they do what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we had to do was 'ssemble all the 'gredients.  Here's a picture of us 'ssemblin' all the 'gredients.  Wilb'rina wasn't really doin' much helpin' with the 'ssemblin'.  She was too busy doin' some 'vestigatin' cuz Big Mummy left some grapes on the counter.  Darla didn't do much helpin' either.  She just wanted to find a nest.  She always wants to find a nest, you know, cuz she's a baby duck and baby ducks come from nests.  She tried to make a nest in the kielbasa before we opened the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQgJAv_5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/AlsqlMVgQyQ/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQgJAv_5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/AlsqlMVgQyQ/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059319744502431634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make Darla get out of her nest in the package of kielbasa, cuz I needed to cut it into pennies.  'Cept it wasn't really pennies.  Huh.  Huh.  We made kielbasa quarters instead.  Here's a picture of me cuttin' the kielbasa, and I put a penny and a quarter in the picture so you can see that kielbasa is kinda fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQgZAv_6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/7G8FTlPxZwc/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQgZAv_6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/7G8FTlPxZwc/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059319748797398946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing we did was put the kielbasa in the pan so that it would turn brown and smell good.  But I didn't get any pictures of that, cuz as soon as the kielbasa started to smell good, Wilb'rina tried to climb into the pan to eat a piece.  Big Mummy caught her just before she started to burn her hooves.  Wilb'rina got in BIG trouble from trying to climb into the pan to eat a piece of kielbasa.  Big Mummy said she couldn't help at all anymore, makin' dinner for Uncle Kermit.  She just had to sit by the toaster and watch.  Here's a picture of her sitting by the toaster and watchin' us make dinner for Uncle Kermit.  Isn't she the cutest pig you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQg5Av_7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dQx7joGPIME/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQg5Av_7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dQx7joGPIME/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059319757387333554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy said we had to have some begetables too, so we made broccoli, cuz broccoli tastes really good with mac 'n' cheese.  Here's a picture of Roma helpin' to cut the broccoli, and me doin' some supervisin'.  Darla is doin' some sittin' in the steamer cuz it looked like a nest.  Wilb'rina isn't in the picture cuz she's still doin' her time out for tryin' to climb into the pan to eat a piece of kielbasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQhJAv_8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8w9jhM1XtbI/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQhJAv_8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8w9jhM1XtbI/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059319761682300866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Wilb'rina still doin' her time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQhZAv_9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/VJjR_3Gi9I0/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQhZAv_9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/VJjR_3Gi9I0/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059319765977268178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to grate a lot of cheese to make mac 'n' cheese.  Here's a picture of me gratin' a lot of cheese.  Darla had to get out of her nest in the steamer, cuz we needed it for the broccoli, so she sat in the colander instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQ8pAv_-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/BTFh8qcjIlg/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQ8pAv_-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/BTFh8qcjIlg/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059320234128703458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got everything ready before Uncle Kermit got here, 'cept for puttin' the cheese sauce on the macaroni.  Here's a picture of Uncle Kermit stirring the cheese sauce and me doin' some superivin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQ85Av__I/AAAAAAAAAVE/m_fnY5ZzlBo/s1600-h/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQ85Av__I/AAAAAAAAAVE/m_fnY5ZzlBo/s400/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059320238423670770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so 'cited I finally got to make dinner for Uncle Kermit.  He's the best uncle ever, and he liked dinner a lot.  He ate a lot, too, cuz he's a good eater.  I can't wait till we all go on our bacation of a lifetime on the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt;.  Uncle Kermit and Uncle Captain J haven't met each other yet, but me and the other kids think they're gonna like each other a lot, cuz they both know we're real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Happy Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-162688263662083155?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/162688263662083155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=162688263662083155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/162688263662083155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/162688263662083155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/uncle-kermits-dinner.html' title='Uncle Kermit&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjZQgJAv_5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/AlsqlMVgQyQ/s72-c/Home+Group,+Klu,+and+Flatirons+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6923557200071484023</id><published>2007-04-26T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:28:19.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New 'Partment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjDRpZAv_4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SbdDV_hBNc4/s1600-h/my+new+apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjDRpZAv_4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SbdDV_hBNc4/s400/my+new+apartment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057772890555940738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, um, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write a longer post later today, but I just wanted to show you a picture of our new 'partment.  I kinda feel like doin' some cryin' cuz I'm gonna miss Auntie E and the cousins something fierce.  But I'm kinda 'cited too cuz our new 'partment has a bird feeder in the garden and we can see a mountain.  And it's real close to Uncle Kermit's house, so he can visit us all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day that me and the other kids are gonna make dinner for Uncle Kermit.  I woke up so 'cited this morning that I asked Big Mummy if we could start makin' it today, but she said no, it wouldn't taste as good and we had to wait till tomorrow.  But she said if I wanted to help get ready, I could clean the bathroom.  But I said I didn't want to.  I've got some playin' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6923557200071484023?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6923557200071484023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6923557200071484023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6923557200071484023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6923557200071484023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-new-partment.html' title='Our New &apos;Partment'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RjDRpZAv_4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SbdDV_hBNc4/s72-c/my+new+apartment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1967035510295561176</id><published>2007-04-25T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:42:20.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac 'N' Cheese With Hot Dog Pennies For Uncle Kermit</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm in a hurry today, cuz me and my Big Mummy are gonna go rock-climbing, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm FINALLY gonna get to make mac 'n' cheese with hot dog pennies for Uncle Kermit on Friday.  My Big Mummy promised me AGES ago, but then she kept cooking fancy grownup food with French and 'Talian names for Uncle Kermit cuz she was showing off.  But now it's us kids' turn.  I just went with Big Mummy to the grocery store, and we bought all the stuff we need.  'Cept we didn't get hot dogs; we got kielbasa.  Me and the other kids like kielbasa a LOT, even though we're not Polish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice lady left me a comment a while back that she didn't know what hot dog pennies were, and she had to look online.  (I think she's from New Zealand.)  Well, now we're gonna make kielbasa pennies.  Huh.  Huh.  That's really funny.  Cuz kielbasa is way fatter than hot dogs, so they're gonna come out more like quarters instead.  Huh.  That makes me laugh.  To make kielbasa quarters, you slice the kielbasa into circles so they look like quarters, and then you put them in a pan on the stove till they turn brown and smell really good.  Sometimes you eat some out of the pan when Big Mummy isn't looking.  Then you put them in the mac 'n' cheese.  They taste really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll show you a picture of our new house.  I'm 'cited 'bout our new house, but I'm really sad cuz I'm gonna miss Auntie E something fierce.  And the cousins.  I wish Auntie E could live with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1967035510295561176?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1967035510295561176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1967035510295561176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1967035510295561176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1967035510295561176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/mac-n-cheese-with-hot-dog-pennies-for.html' title='Mac &apos;N&apos; Cheese With Hot Dog Pennies For Uncle Kermit'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2864591370201629749</id><published>2007-04-24T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:10:57.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Kermit's Museum</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear, but I'm not sure I am anymore, cuz all I've been doin' is some spinnin'.  It's hard to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear when all the grownups around you are doin' some spinnin'.  So I decided maybe I should just do some spinnin' too.  And some playin'.  But now I want to be a Famous Bloggin' Bear again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Darla took me along to Uncle Kermit's house, cuz I wanted to do some 'vestigatin'.  I'm not as good at 'vestigatin' as Wilb'rina, but Darla knows all 'bout Uncle Kermit's house cuz he fostered her before we 'dopted her.  So I just followed Darla around, 'vestigatin' stuff while she said 'mwack.'  Darla only says 'mwack' cuz she's just a baby duck.  I can't wait till she's old enough to say my name, Klu.  Kuh-lu.  Here's a picture of me 'vestigatin' some of Uncle Kermit's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Ri40fHz0cGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c0g-lHyRO_k/s1600-h/The+Museum+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Ri40fHz0cGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c0g-lHyRO_k/s400/The+Museum+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057037140860629090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Uncle Kermit a lot.  Some grownups don't know that me and the other kids are real.  But Uncle Kermit knows we're real.  He likes us a lot.  But his house isn't very good for kids yet.  It's kinda like a museum, really empty and clean and stuff.  The best thing for kids that me and Darla found was a statue of a giraffe.  I climbed up on a candle holder to get a better look at the giraffe, cuz I was hopin' it might be a real giraffe.  But it's just a statue.  I guess in museums you only have statues, not real giraffes.  Here's a picture of me and Darla 'vestigatin' the statue of the giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Ri4xvHz0cFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZDZyJkgQwSA/s1600-h/The+Museum+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Ri4xvHz0cFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZDZyJkgQwSA/s400/The+Museum+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057034117203652690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done 'vestigatin' the statue of the giraffe, we got kinda bored.  I think I'm gonna give Uncle Kermit some of my toys, so the next time we go to his house, we can do some playin'.  I think Uncle Kermit's real good at doin' some playin', but he just needs some toys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm a Famous Bloggin' Bear again, I'll write some more posts.  My Big Mummy helped me make a list of all the posts I want to write.  I want to write about moving to a new house, and about making mac 'n' cheese with hot dog pennies for Uncle Kermit (we're gonna make it for him on Friday), and how sad it is that Auntie E is moving away to Mr. Gumbles' city, and some other stuff.  I'm sorry I let my fans down for a little while.  Would you please forgive me?  Um, thanks.  Pretty soon I'm gonna have lots of posts to write, cuz me and Darla and Wilb'rina and Uncle Kermit and my Big Mummy are goin' on another bacation of a lifetime on the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt; with Uncle Captain J and Auntie Ch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2864591370201629749?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2864591370201629749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2864591370201629749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2864591370201629749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2864591370201629749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/uncle-kermits-museum.html' title='Uncle Kermit&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Ri40fHz0cGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c0g-lHyRO_k/s72-c/The+Museum+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6670533893259151251</id><published>2007-04-10T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:38:20.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Another Get A Klu, But They're Hats, Not Bears!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear, not Klu the Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie E made a 'scovery last night.  There's another Get A Klu, but it's hats, not bears.  Here's the link.  I like the bears wearing hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getaklu.com/main/list.asp?CategoryID=75"&gt;Get A Klu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to wait a whole year for my birthday again, cuz I'd like to have that yellow hat with the black band.  But maybe it would be too big for me.  I can't tell how big that bear is.  Maybe it would only fit Blu, cuz his head is fatter than mine.  (He's got more stuffin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear (not Klu the Hat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6670533893259151251?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6670533893259151251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6670533893259151251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6670533893259151251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6670533893259151251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-another-get-klu-but-theyre-hats.html' title='There&apos;s Another Get A Klu, But They&apos;re Hats, Not Bears!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1881342297421470948</id><published>2007-04-09T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:26:06.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><title type='text'>All 'Bout Darla and Her Senior Photos</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the 'Tographer Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take Darla's Senior Photos today, now that Auntie E brought my camera back.  (She took my camera to go visit Mr. Gumbles, cuz when grownups are in love, they like to stare at photos of each other.)  I needed a good photo of Darla to put in my sidebar with all the other kids.  But Darla didn't want to coop'rate.  Her favorite place to sit is a nest she made out of hats.  (Baby ducks come from nests, you know.  I think that's why she likes to sit in a nest.)  The bottom hat is from Uncle Captain J's boat company, &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;Northwest Navigation&lt;/a&gt;.  The next hats are to keep Auntie E's head warm in the winter.  I couldn't make Darla come out so I could take her Senior Photos.  She just sat there, saying 'mwack.'  She still won't say my name, Klu.  It's not very hard.  Kuh-lu.  But all she says is 'mwack.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Darla sitting in the nest of hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3OG5YnGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Vgv0JMWlXxs/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3OG5YnGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Vgv0JMWlXxs/s400/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051551385046785122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad at her cuz she wouldn't come out of her nest so I could take her Senior Photo.  Finally she got out of her nest, but then she just wanted to stand on her head.  You're not supposed to stand on your head for your Senior Photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3Om5YnHI/AAAAAAAAATk/rF8vRhg1Yfk/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3Om5YnHI/AAAAAAAAATk/rF8vRhg1Yfk/s400/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051551393636719730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Janna Ganna Lois Cheerio came over, and she wanted to be in the photos too.  I told her that only one person could be in a Senior Photo at a time, but she didn't want to listen to me.  She just wanted to sit in Darla's nest.  Janna likes nests too, cuz she's a bird, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3O25YnII/AAAAAAAAATs/rUmXTL6VW2k/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3O25YnII/AAAAAAAAATs/rUmXTL6VW2k/s400/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051551397931687042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got Darla to sit up so I could take her Senior Photo, but then Janna decided SHE wanted to stand on her head.  I turned into a Very Frustrated Bear and stopped taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3PW5YnJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/evTwKY6Ntok/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3PW5YnJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/evTwKY6Ntok/s400/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051551406521621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Very Frustrated Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  You can see Janna's backpack straps in the photo.  I don't think most gannets have backpack straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS.  I'm gonna use the first photo of Darla in the sidebar till she's old enough to coop'rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1881342297421470948?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1881342297421470948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1881342297421470948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1881342297421470948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1881342297421470948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-bout-darla-and-her-senior-photos.html' title='All &apos;Bout Darla and Her Senior Photos'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rhq3OG5YnGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Vgv0JMWlXxs/s72-c/Darla%27s+Senior+Photo+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6395918890703460055</id><published>2007-04-09T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:55:31.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Mummy Did Some 'Pologizin' Too</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Finally Bear.  Huh.  Huh.  That was funny.  I'm the Finally Bear cuz all my fans are gonna say, "finally" when they read my new post.  But it's REALLY not my fault that I didn't write any posts for a long time.  It's my Big Mummy's fault.  She's doin' all that spinnin' cuz of Uncle Kermit.  Grownups are really weird when they fall in love.  I hope when I meet a nice girl-bear one day and fall in love that I don't get weird.  But all the grownups I know get weird when they fall in love.  Auntie E is weird too.  And now she's movin' away, cuz Mr. Gumbles lives a long ways away from here.  I'm gonna miss Auntie E something fierce.  I asked her if Roma and Blu and Bianca could live with us, but she said no, they were gonna live with her.  I'm gonna miss them something fierce.  But Auntie E said we could come and visit her lots.  I can't wait to visit her where she's gonna live.  Guess what?  They have grizzly bears where she's gonna live.  I hope I don't get eaten by a grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Finally Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6395918890703460055?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6395918890703460055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6395918890703460055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6395918890703460055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6395918890703460055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-big-mummy-did-some-pologizin-too.html' title='My Big Mummy Did Some &apos;Pologizin&apos; Too'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3094398846164081323</id><published>2007-03-31T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:35:39.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Birthday'/><title type='text'>I Gotta Do Some 'Pologizin'</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.  Um, did you forget 'bout me, cuz I didn't write a new post for so long?  Huh.  Huh.  That's kinda funny.  But I'm sorry too.  I don't want my fans to forget 'bout me.  I didn't mean to wait so long to write a new post.  But everybody at my house is doin' some spinnin', and that makes me kinda crazy.  Big Mummy is doin' some spinnin' cuz of Uncle Kermit, so I can't get her to sit down and help me use the 'puter.  And Auntie E is doin' some spinnin' too, cuz Mr Gumbles lives a LONG ways away.  All she does is talk on the phone now.  So everything is crazy at our house.  And we gotta move to a new house soon.  I don't think I like movin' cuz it makes all the grownups get even more spinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow.  I asked Auntie E what she was giving me for a birthday present, but she wouldn't tell me, cuz it's a surprise.  I like surprises, but I wish tomorrow would come now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all 'bout my birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sailor Bear (cuz I'm going on another bacation of a lifetime soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3094398846164081323?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3094398846164081323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3094398846164081323' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3094398846164081323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3094398846164081323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-gotta-do-some-pologizin.html' title='I Gotta Do Some &apos;Pologizin&apos;'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1794791734784058109</id><published>2007-03-21T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:00:48.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The David B'/><title type='text'>Darla's Gonna Have Her First Bacation Of A Lifetime!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Sailor Bear.  Huh.  Huh.  I can't wait to be a Sailor Bear again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a Sailor Bear on the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt;.  That's Uncle Captain J's boat.  And guess what?  Today Big Mummy decided the 'citing-est thing ever!  Darla is gonna come on our bacation of a lifetime too!  She IS a duck, after all, and ducks like water, you know.  Big Mummy decided she should come cuz she's the newest member of the family, and she hasn't had very many 'ventures yet.  Here's a picture of me showing Darla and Wilb'rina the website for &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;Northwest Navigation&lt;/a&gt;.  Northwest Navigation is the name of Uncle Captain J's company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RgG2hoEMPwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hlZRk3lzapA/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Intro+to+David+B,+Round+Two+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RgG2hoEMPwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hlZRk3lzapA/s400/Darla%27s+Intro+to+David+B,+Round+Two+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044513746438602498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilb'rina did some 'vestigatin' while I showed them the website, but Darla just said 'mwack.'  I think Darla is really 'cited 'bout going on a bacation of a lifetime, cuz she hopped around and fell over a lot.  That's what she does when she's really 'cited.  But all she said was 'mwack.'  I wish Darla would learn to say something more than just 'mwack.'  I want her to say my name, Klu.  I keep trying and trying all the time to teach her to say my name, Klu.  Kuh-lu.  It's not very hard.  Kuh-lu.  But all Darla says is 'mwack.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we go on our bacation of a lifetime on the David B, Darla will learn to say my name, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sailor Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Uncle Kermit is coming on our bacation of a lifetime too, but he's a grownup, so he's bein' 'nonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1794791734784058109?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1794791734784058109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1794791734784058109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1794791734784058109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1794791734784058109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/darlas-gonna-have-her-first-bacation-of.html' title='Darla&apos;s Gonna Have Her First Bacation Of A Lifetime!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RgG2hoEMPwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hlZRk3lzapA/s72-c/Darla%27s+Intro+to+David+B,+Round+Two+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7494521438019878540</id><published>2007-03-16T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:06:27.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Commenter Went Away</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Crabby Bear.  I just wrote that post 'bout my bacation of a lifetime, but it didn't put the comments thingy on the bottom.  I don't know why.  It always put the comments thingy on the bottom.  Computers make me a Crabby Bear.  I like comments a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Crabby Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7494521438019878540?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7494521438019878540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7494521438019878540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7494521438019878540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7494521438019878540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-commenter-went-away.html' title='My Commenter Went Away'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-374795111610667150</id><published>2007-03-16T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:27:51.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacation'/><title type='text'>Doin' Some Advertising For Uncle Captain J</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, and guess what????  I'm gonna have another bacation of a lifetime!  'Member how me and Big Mummy and Auntie E had a bacation of a lifetime last year on &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com/"&gt;Uncle Captain J's boat&lt;/a&gt;?  Well, I'm gonna get to go again, and this time Wilb'rina and Uncle Kermit are gonna come too.  I think that's the 'citing-est thing ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/1600/DSCN3451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/DSCN3451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Captain J and Auntie Ch bought a boat called the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com/"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt;.  It was really old when they bought it, but they restored it (restoring is when you make an old thing all new again) and now they take people on bacations of a lifetime in Puget Sound and British Columbia and Alaska.  You can buy a bacation of a lifetime on their website:  &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com/"&gt;Northwest Navigation&lt;/a&gt;.  (Maybe you could even come on the same bacation of a lifetime as me!  Then I could write 'bout you on my blog, Get A Klu, and post 'nonymous photos of you.  'Cept I don't know which trip we're going on yet.)  Here's a picture of the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com/"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt;.  She's real pretty.  (I called her 'she' cuz boats are always 'she,' even though she's got a man's name.  Huh.  Huh.  I think that's funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite picture of me from last year.  And here's the link where you can see the rest of the post 'bout &lt;a href="http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-and-dead-fish-i-didnt-like-it.html"&gt;Me and a Dead Fish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/1600/DSCN3169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/400/DSCN3169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till my second bacation of a lifetime!  And I'm so glad Wilb'rina is gonna come this time, cuz she'll do lots of 'vestigatin'.  Pigs are real curious, you know.  And doin' some 'vestigatin' makes everything more 'citing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Sailor Bear (Huh.  Huh.  I haven't signed my posts like that since last year when I was a Sailor Bear.  I can't wait to be a Sailor Bear again!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-374795111610667150?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/374795111610667150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/374795111610667150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/doin-some-advertising-for-uncle-captain.html' title='Doin&apos; Some Advertising For Uncle Captain J'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3649790119739481131</id><published>2007-03-09T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:13:02.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait Till My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did some countin' and it's 22 days till my birthday.  My birthday is April 1st.  Huh.  Huh.  I was born on April Fool's Day.  I think that's funny.  But last year the other kids did something to me on my birthday that made me cry.  They woke me up really early before Big Mummy woke up, and told me she had forgotten all 'bout my birthday.  I went out and looked at my place at the breakfast table, and there weren't any presents for me.  We ALWAYS get our birthday presents at breakfast.  So I started to cry, cuz I thought Big Mummy had forgotten all 'bout my birthday.  Just then Big Mummy came out with lots of presents, and the other kids said, "April Fool!" but I just kept cryin' cuz I was mad.  Cuz I thought for a minute that Big Mummy forgot all 'bout my birthday.  Big Mummy asked the other kids what they were doin', and they got kind of 'barrassed and did some 'splainin'.  And she said that wasn't a very nice kind of April Fool's joke.  They did some 'pologizin' and said they were sorry.  I cried for a little longer, but then they all got out their presents for me, and I stopped cryin' so I could open my presents.  And Big Mummy hadn't forgotten all 'bout my birthday after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like birthdays a lot.  I can't wait till my birthday comes.  22 days is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3649790119739481131?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3649790119739481131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3649790119739481131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3649790119739481131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3649790119739481131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-wait-till-my-birthday.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait Till My Birthday!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7101123336937653298</id><published>2007-03-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:29:18.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darla Won't Say My Name</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.  Klu.  Kuh-lu.  Klu the Frustrated Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying all day to teach Darla to say my name:  Klu.  But all she'll say is 'mwack.'  I kept saying to her, "Darla, my name is Klu.  Kuh-lu."  And she just kept sayin' 'mwack.'  Here's a picture of me trying to teach Darla to say my name:  Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Re4vamRMBMI/AAAAAAAAATA/YWHCibv_tQU/s1600-h/Darla+and+the+elf+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Re4vamRMBMI/AAAAAAAAATA/YWHCibv_tQU/s400/Darla+and+the+elf+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039017167069906114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got up in the middle of my trying to teach her to say my name, Klu, and did a headstand.  And while she was doin' the headstand, she said, 'mwack.'  Here's a picture of Darla doin' a headstand and me gettin' frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Re4vbGRMBNI/AAAAAAAAATI/geVXs6uwDwA/s1600-h/Darla+and+the+elf+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Re4vbGRMBNI/AAAAAAAAATI/geVXs6uwDwA/s400/Darla+and+the+elf+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039017175659840722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mummy came in just then and asked me what we were doin'.  I told her I was tryin' to teach Darla to say my name:  Klu.  And I told her I was a Frustrated Bear.  Then I started to cry cuz I REALLY want Darla to say my name:  Klu.  But Big Mummy said that Darla wasn't big enough to say anything but 'mwack' yet.  And she said we should just play and have fun, and one day Darla will be big enough to say my name:  Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Darla is big enough to say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7101123336937653298?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7101123336937653298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7101123336937653298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7101123336937653298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7101123336937653298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/darla-wont-say-my-name.html' title='Darla Won&apos;t Say My Name'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Re4vamRMBMI/AAAAAAAAATA/YWHCibv_tQU/s72-c/Darla+and+the+elf+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3431464695071199681</id><published>2007-03-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:41:39.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Darla Duck (DD)'/><title type='text'>Darla's Nest</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, me and Wilb'rina woke up on Big Mummy's pillow where we always sleep.  We were just doin' some wakin' up and all, and then we noticed that Darla Duck (that's our new sister; her name is short for Darling Duck, cuz she's the darling-est baby duck ever) was missing.  She wasn't sleepin' on Big Mummy's pillow where we always sleep.  (Big Mummy's pillow is gettin' kind of crowded, cuz we keep 'doptin' so many kids.)  We got kinda scared cuz we didn't know where Darla was.  So me and Wilb'rina went to do some 'vestigatin'.  And here's where we found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RexhvssKqsI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxn7OQ5ill8/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Nest+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RexhvssKqsI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxn7OQ5ill8/s400/Darla%27s+Nest+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038509555198896834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Huh.  It was the darling-est thing I ever saw.  Mr. Gumbles gave Auntie E some beer mugs that came in a box.  The box was just like a nest.  And ducks come from nests, you know.  So Darla was doin' some sleepin' in the nest.  Wilb'rina did some 'vestigatin' to see if Darla was awake or not.  Here's a picture of Wilb'rina doin' some 'vestigatin' and Janna Ganna perched on top of the birdhouse Hannah G made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rexhv8sKqtI/AAAAAAAAASw/Au69E4t26n0/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Nest+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rexhv8sKqtI/AAAAAAAAASw/Au69E4t26n0/s400/Darla%27s+Nest+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038509559493864146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darla woke up and said 'mwack.'  That's all she says so far.  'Mwack.  Mwack.'  I can't wait till she says my name:  Klu.  But she just says 'mwack.'  That's what baby ducks say, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RexhwcsKquI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5nIRBmBXFHs/s1600-h/Darla%27s+Nest+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RexhwcsKquI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5nIRBmBXFHs/s400/Darla%27s+Nest+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038509568083798754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind that Big Mummy's pillow is gettin' kind of crowded, cuz now there's so many kids to love:  Blu and Roma and Bianca and Bruno and Janna Ganna and Wilb'rina and DD (that's what we call Darla Duck:  DD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3431464695071199681?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3431464695071199681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3431464695071199681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3431464695071199681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3431464695071199681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/darlas-nest.html' title='Darla&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RexhvssKqsI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxn7OQ5ill8/s72-c/Darla%27s+Nest+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4378260889305581013</id><published>2007-03-03T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:22:50.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Richard Scarry Would Like'/><title type='text'>Playin' School</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear with the Big Brain.  Huh.  Huh.  Huh.  My Big Mummy said I'm really smart.  Maybe I got a big brain.  Bears have big brains, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Darla and Wilb'rina and Roma did some playin' today.  We played school.  Roma was the teacher, cuz she's got the even biggest brain.  She knows lots of big words.  Here's a picture of her playin' teacher.  She was doin' some 'splainin' from a Richard Scarry book.  I like Richard Scarry books a lot.  Darla hadn't ever seen a Richard Scarry book before, cuz she's just a baby duck.  It was kinda hard to tell if she liked it or not, cuz she can't talk yet.  All she does is quack.  Big Mummy says she'll start to do some talkin' when she's bigger, but I can't wait.  I want to hear her say somethin' now.  Wilb'rina wasn't very good at playin' school.  We were s'pposed to be sittin' in a row, but she kept gettin' up to do some 'vestigatin'.  Pigs are real curious, you know.  I wonder if baby ducks are curious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReoPIcsKqrI/AAAAAAAAASc/u59YZR1gJgE/s1600-h/Richard+Scarry+book+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReoPIcsKqrI/AAAAAAAAASc/u59YZR1gJgE/s400/Richard+Scarry+book+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037855770982132402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda crazy around our house right now.  Auntie E is doin' some spinnin' cuz of Mr. Gumbles, and Big Mummy is doin' spinnin' cuz of Uncle Kermit.  I wish they'd settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4378260889305581013?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4378260889305581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4378260889305581013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4378260889305581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4378260889305581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/03/playin-school.html' title='Playin&apos; School'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReoPIcsKqrI/AAAAAAAAASc/u59YZR1gJgE/s72-c/Richard+Scarry+book+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7729243966441495349</id><published>2007-02-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:14:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More 'Citing-est Stuff Ever!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, and today is the 'citing-est day ever.  Last night Big Mummy came home from Uncle Kermit's house, and she had a baby duck with her!!!  Uncle Kermit was lookin' for a good home for the baby duck, and he thought of us, cuz we like kids a lot.  The baby duck didn't have a name, cuz she hadn't been 'dopted yet.  And she was kinda scared (just like Samuel was, when he climbed up the tree.  You can read about that in &lt;a href="http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-i-can-tell-you-bout-samuel.html"&gt;my post 'bout 'doptin' Samuel&lt;/a&gt;).  Auntie E gave the baby duck a big hug, and she knew right away what her name was:  Darla Duck.  That's short for Darling Duck.  And we're gonna call her DD.  She's the darling-est baby duck I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning DD was kinda scared and she did some cryin'.  So me and Wilb'rina decided to make a nest for her.  Baby ducks come from nests, you know.  So we thought maybe she wouldn't feel so scared if we made a nest for her.  Here's a picture of me and Wilb'rina and DD in our nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReXDatVLHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/0FBBNcoBqDI/s1600-h/Darla+Duck+and+Co+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReXDatVLHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/0FBBNcoBqDI/s400/Darla+Duck+and+Co+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036646621896187330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DD got done doin' some cryin', Roma decided to teach her to stand on her head.  Here's a picture of Roma and DD standin' on their heads, and me and Wilb'rina doin' some encouragin'.  (Encouragin' is when you tell people nice things 'bout them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReXDa9VLHdI/AAAAAAAAASM/TBNfGB_IK14/s1600-h/Darla+Duck+and+Co+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReXDa9VLHdI/AAAAAAAAASM/TBNfGB_IK14/s400/Darla+Duck+and+Co+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036646626191154642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't DD the cutest baby duck you ever saw? I like the tuft on the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7729243966441495349?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7729243966441495349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7729243966441495349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7729243966441495349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7729243966441495349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-citing-est-stuff-ever.html' title='More &apos;Citing-est Stuff Ever!'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/ReXDatVLHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/0FBBNcoBqDI/s72-c/Darla+Duck+and+Co+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3815013172366945153</id><published>2007-02-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T10:16:41.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>I Was Mad At My Big Mummy</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, and I was mad at my Big Mummy.  I was mad at her cuz she SAID that the next time Mr. Kermit (Huh.  Huh.  I just called him Mr. Kermit cuz he likes green.  He's a grownup, so I can't tell you his real name, cuz grownups all want to be 'nonymous on my blog.)...um, so she SAID that the next time Mr. Kermit came over, me and the other kids could make him dinner.  (We like Mr. Kermit a lot, cuz he talks to us and knows we're real.  Some grownups don't know we're real.)  So me and the other kids had it all decided what we were gonna make for him.  We had lots of long 'scussions, (a 'scussion is when you talk 'bout something to decide) cuz we had to decide between pancakes poured in the shape of the letters of our names, or mac n' cheese with hot dog pennies.  We decided on mac n' cheese with hot dog pennies cuz pancakes make us a little wild.  (From eating all that sugar, you know.)  And we wanted to behave ourselves for Mr. Kermit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Big Mummy didn't do what she said.  She 'vited Mr. Kermit over yesterday, and Auntie E and Mr. Gumbles (that's not his real name, either, cuz he's a grownup so he's being 'nonymous) were there too, and Big Mummy forgot all 'bout lettin' me and the other kids make dinner.  So she made some grownup food that had a French name (it tasted good, but I didn't want to eat it cuz I was mad at my Big Mummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at Big Mummy all evening, but all the grownups were doin' some talkin' and some laughin' and stuff, so she didn't notice.  But when she tucked me in to bed, she said, "Klu, are you okay?"  And then I started to cry cuz I really wanted to make mac n' cheese with hot dog pennies for Mr. Kermit.  Big Mummy 'pologized for forgetting all 'bout what she said.  And she said Mr. Kermit would probably come back and have dinner with us soon (cuz he has to fix our 'puter again) and we could make him really special homemade mac n' cheese, not just the kind from the blue box.  So I stopped crying and gave my Big Mummy a hug and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3815013172366945153?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3815013172366945153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3815013172366945153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3815013172366945153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3815013172366945153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-its-me-klu-and-i-was-mad-at-my-big.html' title='I Was Mad At My Big Mummy'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1766679266510937534</id><published>2007-02-21T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:13:54.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Richard Scarry Would Like'/><title type='text'>It's A Good Thing Auntie E Came Back With My Camera</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.  Me and Blu are havin' the 'citing-est day ever.  It's a good thing Auntie E came back with my camera.  The neighbors' tree is gettin' cut down!  It's a big tree.  And there's lots of people doin' some helpin' to make it get cut down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's the man with the chainsaw.  He's way up in the tree, doin' some cuttin'.  He climbed up the tree like he was doin' some rock-climbin', but I don't think I'd like to do some rock-climbin' with a chainsaw.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the man on the ground doin' some lowerin'.  He has a rope and he lowers the big branches after the man doin' some cuttin' cuts them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the two men on the roof of the garage, doin' some stuff.  Mostly they're doin' some standin' around, but sometimes they do some shovin' when the man doin' some lowerin' lowers a branch.  They shove the branch so it doesn't land on the garage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chopper machine in the alley.  I can't wait till they do some choppin'.  Here's some pictures of me and Blu, doin' some watchin'.  You can tell that I'm me, and Blu is Blu cuz his head is fatter than mine.  (He's got more stuffin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdyJr0fjDJI/AAAAAAAAARs/L749UG9wPfo/s1600-h/Cutting+Down+the+Tree+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdyJr0fjDJI/AAAAAAAAARs/L749UG9wPfo/s400/Cutting+Down+the+Tree+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034049869411716242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdyJsUfjDKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SRcosgrRx5I/s1600-h/Cutting+Down+the+Tree+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdyJsUfjDKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SRcosgrRx5I/s400/Cutting+Down+the+Tree+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034049878001650850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some more photos later.  I've gotta get back to my watchin' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1766679266510937534?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1766679266510937534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1766679266510937534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1766679266510937534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1766679266510937534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-good-thing-auntie-e-came-back-with.html' title='It&apos;s A Good Thing Auntie E Came Back With My Camera'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdyJr0fjDJI/AAAAAAAAARs/L749UG9wPfo/s72-c/Cutting+Down+the+Tree+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-7469192008676812738</id><published>2007-02-19T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:29:21.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ph&apos;losophy'/><title type='text'>Why My Name Is Klu</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice lady named Manda wrote me a comment (I like comments a lot) and asked why my name was Klu.  She said I could write 'bout that till my Auntie E comes back with my camera.  Auntie E is comin' back today.  That makes me so happy I feel squiggly inside.  I hope she took lots of pictures of her friend with my camera.  I can't tell you 'bout her friend, cuz he's a secret.  Maybe I'll tell you more soon.  Huh.  Huh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nice lady named Manda asked me why I was named Klu, I was confused.  I thought I was named Klu cuz Klu was my name.  My name's always been Klu.  But I asked my Big Mummy, and she said I didn't have a name when I was born.  Huh. I think that's funny.  But it makes me feel a little weird, too.  It's hard to 'magine me without a name.  Even when I was a baby bear.  So then she told me the story of why my name is Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when Auntie E and my Big Mummy lived in Scotland, my Big Mummy 'dopted Bruno.  She loved him so much that Auntie E decided to 'dopt somebody too.  So she 'dopted Blu.  Blu comes from Ikea, Sweden (me, too).  Here's the link for &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?topcategoryId=15567&amp;catalogId=10103&amp;storeId=12&amp;productId=15239&amp;langId=-1&amp;categoryId=16163&amp;chosenPartNumber=80037373"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; so you can see where we come from.  Me and Blu and Samuel and all the other bears that come from Ikea, our last name is Blund.  I don't know why, but that's just our name.  I think it's a Swedish name.  So when Auntie E 'dopted Blu, she got to name him.  (I didn't know this till she told me.  I thought his name was always Blu.)  Because she was 'doptin' Blu, he was gonna get to have a new last name.  (That's how 'doption works, you know.)  But she wanted Blu to have his Swedish heritage.  (Heritage is something you're born with.)  So she decided to name him Blu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Auntie E moved to 'Merica, and Blu (and Roma and Bianca, too, cuz they were 'dopted by then) moved with her.  Big Mummy and Bruno missed them something fierce.  And Bruno was really lonely, cuz Big Mummy was away at work all day, and he didn't have the other kids to play with.  So Big Mummy decided to do some more 'doptin'.  So she 'dopted me, Klu.  I didn't know this till Big Mummy did some 'splainin' just now, but my name wasn't Klu when she 'dopted me.  I was just, um, Mr. Blund.  Huh.  Huh.  That's really funny.  Mr. Blund.  Big Mummy wanted me to have my Swedish heritage too, but she couldn't name me Blu cuz that was Blu's name.  So she named me Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like comments a lot.  I'm glad the nice lady named Manda wrote that comment, cuz otherwise I never would have known why I was named Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Auntie E gets home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-7469192008676812738?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/7469192008676812738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=7469192008676812738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7469192008676812738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/7469192008676812738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-my-name-is-klu.html' title='Why My Name Is Klu'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5361230646267498848</id><published>2007-02-18T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:59:01.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Something I Forgot To Say</title><content type='html'>Um, it's me, again, Klu.  Auntie E, I forgot to say something.  Please bring my camera back, cuz it's boring to write posts without photos.  If I had my camera, I'd take a picture of Blu, and then you could decide if he looked like he'd been doin' some cryin' or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5361230646267498848?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5361230646267498848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5361230646267498848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5361230646267498848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5361230646267498848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-something-i-forgot-to-say.html' title='Oh, Something I Forgot To Say'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5133072901907276440</id><published>2007-02-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:57:08.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie E, We Miss You Something Fierce</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu, and this is a message for Auntie E from all the kids.  Auntie E, we miss you something fierce.  We don't have as much fun when you're not here.  Wilb'rina just put her head in my lap and started to cry, cuz she misses you.  (She said she'd feel better if Big Mummy would let her have another piece of toffee, but Big Mummy said no.)  Blu looked like he'd been doin' some cryin' earlier, but when I asked him 'bout it, he said he was a boy bear, and boy bears don't cry.  But that's kinda wrong, cuz I'm a boy bear and I cry sometimes.  And Samuel's a boy bear, and he cries all the time.  (Blu said that was cuz Samuel's just a baby bear.)  Please come home, Auntie E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;br /&gt;Wilb'rina&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;br /&gt;Janna Ganna&lt;br /&gt;Roma&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Blu&lt;br /&gt;(and Big Mummy too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5133072901907276440?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5133072901907276440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5133072901907276440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5133072901907276440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5133072901907276440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/auntie-e-we-miss-you-something-fierce.html' title='Auntie E, We Miss You Something Fierce'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4204212759176946904</id><published>2007-02-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:15:00.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ph&apos;losophy'/><title type='text'>I Can't Post Any Photos</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post any photos for a few days, cuz Auntie E took my camera.  She went to visit her friend.  So maybe I'll write some ph'losophy, 'cept I can't think of none.  Me and the other kids had to help Big Mummy clean the house today.  Auntie E left kinda like a tornado.  She was doin' some spinnin' around.  Spinnin' around makes the house really messy.  I'll think 'bout some ph'losophy and write it later.  Right now I'm gonna do some playin' before Big Mummy notices and makes me do some more cleanin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4204212759176946904?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4204212759176946904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4204212759176946904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4204212759176946904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4204212759176946904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-post-any-photos.html' title='I Can&apos;t Post Any Photos'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3242816996824808244</id><published>2007-02-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:30:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Balentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdNHYRBhneI/AAAAAAAAARU/MUpRvxHwcBc/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Balentines+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdNHYRBhneI/AAAAAAAAARU/MUpRvxHwcBc/s400/Klu%27s+Balentines+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031443690915208674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, it's me, Klu.  Um, I didn't feel good yesterday, so I didn't get to finish all my Balentine cards. I felt  kinda cranky 'bout it this morning.  I got out all the markers and the paper and stuff, but I had so many Balentines to make that I didn't know where to start.  I already made one for Auntie E and for Hannah G and for Uncle Captain J and Auntie Ch and for my Big Mummy, but I still had to make one for Roma and one for Blu and one for Wilb'rina and one for Bianca and one for Janna Ganna and one for Bruna and one for Sammi and one for Tibbi and one for Tuffy and one for Miss Kate and one for my friend Jack and one for Mr. Cr (even though he called me a 'weird little guy') and one for Auntie Linseed and one for Eric and one for all my fans and, um, one for my other friends.  I got mad cuz I didn't want to be sick yesterday.  I wanted to make all my Balentines.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdNHYxBhnfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xsRwurBYNYc/s1600-h/Klu%27s+Balentines+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdNHYxBhnfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xsRwurBYNYc/s400/Klu%27s+Balentines+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031443699505143282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I threw the pink marker on the floor (it still had the cap on) cuz I was mad.  My Big Mummy heard me throw the pink marker on the floor cuz I was mad.  She asked me why I was mad, and I told her it was cuz I wanted to finish all my Balentines yesterday, but I didn't feel good.  Then I started to cry cuz I had so many Balentines to finish.  Big Mummy gave me a hug, and said maybe I could make a nice Balentine and put it on my blog for everybody.  So I stopped cryin' and made a Balentine for everybody.  Here's a picture of my Balentine for everybody.  It says, 'Be mine, Balentine.'  Huh.  I like Balentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3242816996824808244?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3242816996824808244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3242816996824808244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3242816996824808244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3242816996824808244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-balentines-day.html' title='Happy Balentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdNHYRBhneI/AAAAAAAAARU/MUpRvxHwcBc/s72-c/Klu%27s+Balentines+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1382364536535199702</id><published>2007-02-13T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:09:38.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdIX6RBhndI/AAAAAAAAARI/5I45FOfRsAc/s1600-h/Klu+is+sick+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdIX6RBhndI/AAAAAAAAARI/5I45FOfRsAc/s400/Klu+is+sick+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031110023495917010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's me, Klu the Sick Bear.  Huh.  Huh.  That made me laugh.  I don't get sick very often, but right now I'm a sick bear.  I have a sore throat.  I've been lyin' on the chair beside Big Mummy while she does some writin'.  I was doing a little nappin'.  But Wilb'rina keeps comin' around, 'vestigatin' whether I feel better yet.  I got mad at her last time cuz she woke me up when I was doin' some nappin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be sick, cuz tomorrow is Balentine's Day, and I'm not done makin' all my Balentines yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm gonna write today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1382364536535199702?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1382364536535199702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1382364536535199702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1382364536535199702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1382364536535199702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-feel-good.html' title='I Don&apos;t Feel Good'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RdIX6RBhndI/AAAAAAAAARI/5I45FOfRsAc/s72-c/Klu+is+sick+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-3049241315275490820</id><published>2007-02-10T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:18:54.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Foster Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Bout Sammi'/><title type='text'>Sammi and Hannah G</title><content type='html'>Hi, um, it's me again, Klu the Bear, and I 'membered a post I wanted to write.  This is a post 'bout the other day, when Hannah G and Sammi (that's the bear we fostered before Christmas, 'cept we called him Samuel) came to visit.  My Big Mummy taught Hannah G how to do some crochetin', and Auntie E taught Hannah G how to do some bloggin'. While they were doin' some teachin', us kids did some playin'.  Sammi brought along his sister Tibbi (she's a pink rabbit) and his brother Tuffi (he's another bear, but not an Ikea bear like me and Blu and Samuel).  We did lots of playin' in Janna Ganna's birdhouse, but Tibbi mostly did some crochetin'.  Here's a picture of Tibbi doin' some crochetin', and Samuel 'vestigatin' the ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_3RBhnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DwZb4VFZmTo/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_3RBhnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DwZb4VFZmTo/s400/Super+Sammi+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028052514577778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibbi got mad at Sammi cuz he was pullin' on her ball of yarn and messin' up her crochetin'.  Here's a picture of her gettin' mad at Sammi, and Sammi doin' some cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_3hBhnYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0oHV4CWDTyg/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_3hBhnYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0oHV4CWDTyg/s400/Super+Sammi+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028056809545090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah G heard them doin' some fightin', so she came over and gave Sammi his own ball of yarn to play with.  Here's a picture of Hannah G givin' Sammi his own ball of yarn.  It was a green and blue ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4BBhnZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lBtsiPa8yP0/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4BBhnZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lBtsiPa8yP0/s400/Super+Sammi+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028065399479698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammi and Tuffi did some playin' with the green and blue ball of yarn.  First they did some nice playin'.  Then they got kind of tangled up.  Here's some pictures of them doin' some nice playin', then gettin' kind of tangled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4RBhnaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yt6A_SqOqh4/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4RBhnaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yt6A_SqOqh4/s400/Super+Sammi+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028069694447010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4xBhnbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3LhSB-R_sU8/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_4xBhnbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3LhSB-R_sU8/s400/Super+Sammi+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028078284381618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibbi didn't get much crochetin' done, cuz they were gettin' kind of tangled up right in front of her.  She got kind of crabby.  Here's a picture of her lookin' kind of crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc5AKBBhncI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9mTEi8uEKVw/s1600-h/Super+Sammi+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc5AKBBhncI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9mTEi8uEKVw/s400/Super+Sammi+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030028374637125058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Sammi the cutest baby bear you ever saw?  I was really happy to see Sammi again.  I missed him something fierce.  He's the best baby bear I ever met.  And now he has his own blog.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.supersammi.blogspot.com"&gt;Super Sammi&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-3049241315275490820?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/3049241315275490820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=3049241315275490820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3049241315275490820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/3049241315275490820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/sammi-and-hannah-g.html' title='Sammi and Hannah G'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rc4_3RBhnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DwZb4VFZmTo/s72-c/Super+Sammi+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-4112221629144816431</id><published>2007-02-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:13:50.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Spectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>'Spectations Again</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a post to write today.  I got nervous cuz of all those 'specations 'bout my blog, now that I'm a Famous Bloggin' Bear.  'Spectations make me notice the weird crease in my tummy again.  I hadn't noticed it for a while, but I woke up this morning and thought 'bout being a Famous Bloggin' Bear, then I noticed the weird crease on my tummy again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I gotta tell you 'bout my voice.  Last night I met my Big Mummy's friend, the one she was doin' some thinkin' 'bout.  And he was surprised cuz I don't have a high, squeaky voice.   He thought I was gonna have a high, squeaky voice.  But I'm a boy bear, you know.  Boy bears don't have high, squeaky voices.  I guess he thought cuz my Big Mummy has a high, squeaky voice that I would have a high, squeaky voice too.  But I have a low, boy bear voice.  I just wanted to tell you that.  I'd be 'barrassed if you thought I had a high, squeaky voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the stuff I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-4112221629144816431?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/4112221629144816431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=4112221629144816431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4112221629144816431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/4112221629144816431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/spectations-again.html' title='&apos;Spectations Again'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5247817292074365291</id><published>2007-02-07T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:37:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Thank You Lots and Lots</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the squiggly-est ever all day today, cuz so many people looked at my blog (Get A Klu).  And people wrote me nice comments and linked to my blog and stuff.  Bears like comments, you know.  Normally my Big Mummy makes me write a thank you note to everyone who writes me a comment, but she said today was a special 'ccasion, cuz I got named Blog of the Day, and I could just write one thank you note to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my thank you note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5247817292074365291?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5247817292074365291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5247817292074365291' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5247817292074365291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5247817292074365291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/um-thank-you-lots-and-lots.html' title='Um, Thank You Lots and Lots'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-6184264474878811662</id><published>2007-02-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:14:45.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Bloggin&apos; Animals'/><title type='text'>Makin' Our Balentine's Cards</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all squiggly on the inside, cuz I got picked for bein' the Blog of the Day.  I like bein' a Famous Bloggin' Bear, but sometimes bein' famous makes me feel squiggly. Big Mummy said she was real proud of me, and that made me feel squiggly too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not Balentine's Day yet, but I asked Big Mummy if we could make our cards for Balentine's Day, and she said yes.  And she said cuz it's a special 'ccasion, we could get out ALL the art s'pplies.  Usually she doesn't let us get out all the art s'pplies all at once, cuz we make a mess.  But tonight is a special 'ccasion.  So we got to use the paints and the markers and the pastels and the glue and the scissors and stuff to make our Balentine's cards.  Here's some pictures of all of us doin' some paintin' and some drawin' and some gluin'.  (You can tell that I'm me, and Blu is Blu cuz his head is bigger than mine, and he's got more stuffin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljSSfo9fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nVjbh9FfmzI/s1600-h/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljSSfo9fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nVjbh9FfmzI/s400/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028659624789210610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a Balentine's card for Uncle Captain J and Auntie Ch.  I want to be a Captain Bear, just like Uncle Captain J when I grow up.  'Cept now I'm a Famous Bloggin' Bear, so I don't know if I have enough time to be a Sailor Bear too.  But I want to be a Sailor Bear on the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestnavigation.com"&gt;David B&lt;/a&gt; (that's Uncle Captain J's boat) again next summer.  Here's a picture of Bruno looking at the Balentine we made for Uncle Captain J and Auntie Ch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rclkmyfo9kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/92L1-vL-Xt8/s1600-h/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rclkmyfo9kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/92L1-vL-Xt8/s400/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028661076488156738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roma had the greatest idea ever.  She made an open-and-shut thing.  We wrote some Balentine's messages on the inside.  Here's a picture of Roma writing some Balentine's messages on the inside of the open-and-shut thing.  I love Roma a lot.  She's the best muppet I know.  And she knows lots of big words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljTCfo9iI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YdH1OcJzais/s1600-h/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljTCfo9iI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YdH1OcJzais/s400/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028659637674112546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilb'rina didn't make any Balentine's cuz she was too busy doin' some 'vestigatin'.  ('Vestigatin' is what you do to find out stuff.)  Here's a picture of Wilb'rina 'vestigatin' the paint water.  She almost put her nose in the paint water, but Big Mummy came in just then, and said, "WilbuRINA," in that certain voice.  So Wilb'rina didn't put her nose quite in the paint water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljSyfo9hI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IENxaSEqtQc/s1600-h/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljSyfo9hI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IENxaSEqtQc/s400/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028659633379145234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to bed now.  I asked Big Mummy if I could stay up later cuz it's a special 'ccasion, but she just said, "KLU," in that certain voice.  I have to do some sleepin' cuz Hannah G and Samuel are comin' to visit us tomorrow.  I miss Samuel somethin' fierce.  I haven't seen him since he got 'dopted by Hannah G at Christmas.  But I gotta do some sleepin' before they get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Famous Bloggin' Bear (Huh. Huh. That made me laugh.  I signed my blog like that before, but now I'm even famous-er.  That makes me laugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-6184264474878811662?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/6184264474878811662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=6184264474878811662' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6184264474878811662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/6184264474878811662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/makin-our-balentines-cards.html' title='Makin&apos; Our Balentine&apos;s Cards'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcljSSfo9fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nVjbh9FfmzI/s72-c/Makin%27+Some+Balentines+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-465993208027894002</id><published>2007-02-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:01:29.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma Wants To Tell You 'Bout Standin' On Your Head</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me and Roma wrote our ph'losophy yesterday, she wanted to tell you 'bout how to stand on your head, case you didn't know.  So here's her 'structions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roma's Headstand 'Structions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First, you gotta put your head on the floor, but not too close too the wall.  Here's a picture of Roma puttin' her head on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoPCfo9eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/V36-qOCrmyE/s1600-h/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoPCfo9eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/V36-qOCrmyE/s400/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027116954140866018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Then you gotta do some balancin' on your head.  Here's a picture of Roma balancin' on her head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoOifo9dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qswrpxcRl3Q/s1600-h/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoOifo9dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qswrpxcRl3Q/s400/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027116945550931410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Then, while you're still doin' some balancin', you stick one leg in the air.  Here's a picture of Roma stickin' one leg in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoOCfo9cI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jEWyLJq2Yk4/s1600-h/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoOCfo9cI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jEWyLJq2Yk4/s400/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027116936960996802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Then, while you're still doin' some balancin', you stick the other leg in the air.  Here's a picture of Roma stickin' her other leg in the air.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoNSfo9bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9dHXIAeTDeg/s1600-h/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoNSfo9bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9dHXIAeTDeg/s400/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027116924076094898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roma's real good at doin' some headstands. Hannah G is real good at doin' some headstands too.  I miss Hannah G somethin' fierce.  And Samuel.  But we're gonna get to see them real soon, cuz we're gonna have a party and do some bloggin' and some crochetin'.  Um, I'm not gonna do the crochetin'.  That's for girl bears.  I'm a boy bear.  My Big Mummy's gonna teach Hannah G how to crochet and my Auntie E's gonna teach her and Samuel how to write a blog.  I'll take some pictures of our party.  And when Samuel has his blog, I'll tell you the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-465993208027894002?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/465993208027894002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=465993208027894002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/465993208027894002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/465993208027894002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/roma-wants-to-tell-you-bout-standin-on.html' title='Roma Wants To Tell You &apos;Bout Standin&apos; On Your Head'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcPoPCfo9eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/V36-qOCrmyE/s72-c/Roma%27s+Headstand+Lesson+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8653517757847558308</id><published>2007-02-01T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:37:19.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ph&apos;losophy'/><title type='text'>Some Ph'losophy From Me and Roma</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write any ph'losophy on my blog for a while, so me and Roma decided to write some.  Here's some ph'losophies.  And a picture of me and Roma writing our ph'losophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcJe6C2rPUI/AAAAAAAAANk/DotzIVZLyJ4/s1600-h/Writin%27+Some+Ph%27losophy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcJe6C2rPUI/AAAAAAAAANk/DotzIVZLyJ4/s400/Writin%27+Some+Ph%27losophy+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026684485390515522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grownups are weird.  They spend a lot of time doin' some stuff like burnin' pots of rice on the stove when they could be doin' some playin'.  Doin' some playin' is way better than gettin' 'stracted and burnin' some rice.  I like doin' some playin'.  I 'specially like playin' in the snow.  It's been doin' a lot of snowin' here lately.    Bears like snow, you know, cuz we've got fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  This one is Roma's ph'losophy.  Standin' on your head is good.  (That's what Roma says.)  When you're feelin' sad, it's good to stand on your head, cuz it makes you happy.  The world looks different when you stand on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Wilb'rina wants to write a ph'losophy too.  There's lots of stuff to 'vestigate.  You don't really know what somethin' is till you do some 'vestigatin'.  (That's what Wilb'rina says.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the ph'losophies we can think of now.  Here's a picture of us doin' some headstands.  You can see Geraldo the Draft Dragon in the background, cuz he's busy guarding our door 'gainst dangerous drafts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcKxQyfo9aI/AAAAAAAAANw/xnfRS1B39RA/s1600-h/Headstand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcKxQyfo9aI/AAAAAAAAANw/xnfRS1B39RA/s400/Headstand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026775036089398690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta tell you 'bout my new sticker.  It's a picture of a bear.  Uncle T gave it to my Big Mummy when she was at Uncle T and Auntie Ph's house a few days ago.  It came from a Honey Bear.  I never had a sticker of a bear for my tummy before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8653517757847558308?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8653517757847558308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8653517757847558308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8653517757847558308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8653517757847558308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-phlosophy-from-me-and-roma.html' title='Some Ph&apos;losophy From Me and Roma'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RcJe6C2rPUI/AAAAAAAAANk/DotzIVZLyJ4/s72-c/Writin%27+Some+Ph%27losophy+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-8685423523631507760</id><published>2007-01-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:40:12.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gettin&apos; In Trouble'/><title type='text'>It Wasn't Our Fault</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wilb'rina came out this morning, and the amaryllis was lyin' on the floor.  So I did some 'vestigatin' to find out why.  Wilb'rina just watched me in admiration.  She's good at watchin' in admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I was doin' some 'vestigatin', Big Mummy came in.  She got mad at us cuz she thought we knocked it over.  But I told her it was already lyin' on the floor.  She didn't believe me at first.  She said, "Klu?" in that certain voice.  But then I told her again that it wasn't our fault, and that time she believed me.  Cuz I was just doin' some 'vestigatin' to find out why it was lyin' on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb-BrC2rPTI/AAAAAAAAANY/cONlCSR_7DA/s1600-h/Fallen+Amaryllis+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb-BrC2rPTI/AAAAAAAAANY/cONlCSR_7DA/s400/Fallen+Amaryllis+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025878285669317938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she believed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-8685423523631507760?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/8685423523631507760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=8685423523631507760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8685423523631507760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/8685423523631507760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-wasnt-our-fault.html' title='It Wasn&apos;t Our Fault'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb-BrC2rPTI/AAAAAAAAANY/cONlCSR_7DA/s72-c/Fallen+Amaryllis+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1931187446615065030</id><published>2007-01-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:38:20.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gettin&apos; In Trouble'/><title type='text'>Wilb'rina's In BIG Trouble</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a post for a few days, but it's not my fault.  It's all my Big Mummy's fault.  She's been real 'sctracted lately, cuz she's doin' some thinkin'.  'Bout someone.  Grownup are weird.  I just like to do some playin', but sometimes my Big Mummy spends a lot of time doin' some thinkin'.  Then she doesn't want to help me write my blog (Get A Klu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I 'cided it was time to do another photo shoot of Wilb'rina looking at the amaryllis, cuz now it's got flowers.  Here's a picture of us getting' ready to do the photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb7Yvi2rPRI/AAAAAAAAANA/2oj4ytWYiV0/s1600-h/Wilb%27rina+With+Dirt+On+Her+Nose+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb7Yvi2rPRI/AAAAAAAAANA/2oj4ytWYiV0/s320/Wilb%27rina+With+Dirt+On+Her+Nose+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025692545513635090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Wilb'rina 'cided she wanted to 'vestigate the bulb.  She's a pig, you know, and pigs like rootin' 'round in the dirt and eatin' stuff.  So she started rootin' 'round in the dirt to see if she could eat the amaryllis bulb.  Just then, Big Mummy came in and got mad at her for rootin' 'round in the dirt and tryin' to eat the bulb.  The bulb could be poisonous, you know.  So Wilb'rina got in big trouble for tryin' to eat the bulb.  Here's a picture of her after she tried to eat the bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb7Y7i2rPSI/AAAAAAAAANI/W8YIUfW6KeU/s1600-h/Wilb%27rina+With+Dirt+On+Her+Nose+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb7Y7i2rPSI/AAAAAAAAANI/W8YIUfW6KeU/s400/Wilb%27rina+With+Dirt+On+Her+Nose+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025692751672065314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that picture, Big Mummy picked her up and brushed all the dirt off her nose.  Pigs are kinda dirty, but Wilb'rina's mostly clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wilb'rina a lot.  She's the best pig in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  We just got DSL.  I like DSL.  Now I can 'pload my photos really fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1931187446615065030?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1931187446615065030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1931187446615065030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1931187446615065030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1931187446615065030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/01/wilbrinas-in-big-trouble.html' title='Wilb&apos;rina&apos;s In BIG Trouble'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/Rb7Yvi2rPRI/AAAAAAAAANA/2oj4ytWYiV0/s72-c/Wilb%27rina+With+Dirt+On+Her+Nose+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-5322184967908301408</id><published>2007-01-24T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:04:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I Didn't Write A Post</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't write a post for a few days.  I was really busy doin' some playin'.  We did some playin' with the finger paints (but my Big Mummy says I need to call them the paw paints, cuz I don't use fingers).  We put plastic wrap on our paws to keep the paint off our fur.  I'll take a picture of my paintin' tomorrow.  And me and Blu ran some races (he won, cuz he's bigger than me and he's better than me at everything.)  So I forgot 'bout bein' a Famous Bloggin' Bear for a few days.  But I got to take a picture of Wilb'rina's amaryllis tomorrow, cuz it's doin' some growin'.  It has some almost-flowers now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past my bedtime, so I gotta go do some sleepin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu the Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-5322184967908301408?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/5322184967908301408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=5322184967908301408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5322184967908301408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/5322184967908301408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-i-didnt-write-post.html' title='Sorry I Didn&apos;t Write A Post'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-2248055067091115813</id><published>2007-01-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:29:46.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wilb'rina Looking At Her Amaryllis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbQbDiUuDLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tpXsnQQD6mw/s1600-h/Wilb%27rina%27s+Amaryllis+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbQbDiUuDLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tpXsnQQD6mw/s320/Wilb%27rina%27s+Amaryllis+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022669231992212658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, it's me again, Klu the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was lookin' at our amaryllis plants, and I 'membered I was gonna take some photos of them as they grew.  'Member how I did a post 'bout Wilb'rina lookin' at the dirt grow (it came in a funny hockey puck)?  Well, that amaryllis is only 'bout an inch high now.  But the other one, the one Big Mummy planted before Christmas, has been doin' some growin'.  So I took a picture of Wilb'rina lookin' at it.  It's 'bout the biggest amaryllis I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-2248055067091115813?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/2248055067091115813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=2248055067091115813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2248055067091115813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/2248055067091115813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/01/wilbrina-looking-at-her-amaryllis.html' title='Wilb&apos;rina Looking At Her Amaryllis'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbQbDiUuDLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tpXsnQQD6mw/s72-c/Wilb%27rina%27s+Amaryllis+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33187800.post-1541204990996260837</id><published>2007-01-20T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:22:35.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Stuff'/><title type='text'>Some Stuff 'Bout Me and Wilb'rina</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me, Klu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a Some Stuff blog.  I can't think of nothin' to do my blog 'bout.  So I'll just tell you some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wilb'rina really like clementines.  And we like to sing the song 'bout the darling clemetine.  But our clementines aren't lost.  They're right on the kitchen floor in a box.  Here's a picture of us eatin' some clemetines.  (We're 'llowed to eat clementines whenever we want, so we didn't get in trouble.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbMDWSUuDKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ySeeU7BRPss/s1600-h/Clemetines+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbMDWSUuDKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ySeeU7BRPss/s320/Clemetines+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022361690858982562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah G sent me an email 'bout Samuel.  His nickname is Sammi.  Hannah G made a bed for him and lots of stuff.  I can't wait to see Sammi again.  I miss him something fierce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda tired tonight.  I think I'm gonna do some sleepin' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Klu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33187800-1541204990996260837?l=kluthebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/feeds/1541204990996260837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33187800&amp;postID=1541204990996260837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1541204990996260837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33187800/posts/default/1541204990996260837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kluthebear.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-stuff-bout-me-and-wilbrina.html' title='Some Stuff &apos;Bout Me and Wilb&apos;rina'/><author><name>Klu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14429396571952856408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1513/3640/320/Klu%27s%20Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqYmF8ER26I/RbMDWSUuDKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ySeeU7BRPss/s72-c/Clemetines+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
