The Bears Den

[MaryBears]

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere.




Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.




Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.




When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where.




More stress.




Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.




So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink.




In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.




Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door.




He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.




The Angel said, very cheerfully,




"Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"




And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

 

[PassionsFlame]

I am doing well.....I am proud of myself....I just created something really neat.....I just have to share it....

((((Mary)))) Proud of you too~ that is awesome!

 

[PassionsFlame]

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

How wonderful.......

 

[MaryBears]

((((Mary)))) Proud of you too~ that is awesome!

(((((((((((passions))))))))))))))))))) thanks.....I am glad that you stopped in....Hope you had a great evening

 

[PassionsFlame]

(((((((((((passions))))))))))))))))))) thanks.....I am glad that you stopped in....Hope you had a great evening

Unfortunately I am in the middle of learning more of life's lessons (I need a recess)... tough day, but was nice to come home and see everyone's posts and take a break. While emotinally I am feeling awful, I do feel better physoically finally after my adjustment yesterday... and time heals.... *hugs* I hope you are finding yourself having an awesome evening!

 

[MaryBears]

Unfortunately I am in the middle of learning more of life's lessons (I need a recess)... tough day, but was nice to come home and see everyone's posts and take a break. While emotinally I am feeling awful, I do feel better physoically finally after my adjustment yesterday... and time heals.... *hugs* I hope you are finding yourself having an awesome evening!

It is an evening....I am having a flustrating, angry, emotional evening......not sure what the problem is.....But I am in a mood *hugs*

 

[PassionsFlame]

It is an evening....I am having a flustrating, angry, emotional evening......not sure what the problem is.....But I am in a mood *hugs*

a mood is a mood is a mood... really inspired huh? *hugs* try this:

ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[MaryBears]

a mood is a mood is a mood... really inspired huh? *hugs* try this:

ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*hugs*



I am without words tonight....that is just the mood I am in.....I want to just curl up and crawl in a hole...

 

[MaryBears]

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty
> hose over his
> > fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted
> was for Santa to fill
> them.
> What they say about Santa checking the list twice
> must be true because every
> > > >Christmas morning, although Jay's kids'
> stockings were overflowed, his
> > poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
> > > >
> > > >One year I decided to make his dream come true.
> I put on sunglasses and
> > > >went in search of an inflatable love doll. They
> don't sell those things
> at
> > > >Walmart. I had to go to an adult bookstore
> downtown.
> > > >
> > > >If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't
> go. You'll only confuse
> > > >yourself. I was there an hour saying things
> like, "What does this do?"
> > > >
> > > >"You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?"
> Finally, I made it to the
> > > >inflatable doll section.
> > > >
> > > >I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll
> that could also
> substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use
> the car pool lane during
> rush
> > hour.
> > > >
> > > >Finding what I wanted was difficult. "Love
> Dolls" come in many
> different models. The top of the line, according to
> the side of the box,
> could do
> things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry.
> I settled for "Lovable
> Louise."
> She was at the bottom of the price scale.
> > > >
> >To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of
> imagination. On Christmas Eve
> > > >and with the help of an old bicycle pump,
> Louise came to life.
> > > >
> > > >My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me
> in during the wee
> morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I
> filled the dangling
> pantyhose
> > > >with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also
> ate some cookies and drank
> what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I
> went home, and giggled
> for a
> > > >couple of hours.
> > > >
> > > >The next morning my brother called to say that
> Santa had been to his
> > house and left a present that had made him VERY
> happy but had left the dog
> > > >confused.
> > > >
> > > >She would bark, start to walk away, then come
> back and bark some more.
> > > >
> > > >We all agreed that Louise should remain in her
> panty hose so the rest
> of the family could admire her when they came over
> for the traditional
> Christmas dinner.
> > > >
> > > >My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she
> walked in the door. "What
> > the hell is that?" she asked.
> > > >
> > > >My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
> > > >
> > > >"Who would play with something like that?"
> Granny snapped.
> > > >
> > > >I had several candidates in mind, but kept my
> mouth shut.
> > > >
> > > >"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
> > > >
> > > >"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay
> said, to steer her into
> > > > >dining room.
> > > >
> > > >But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she
> have any teeth?"
> > > >
> > > >Again, I could have answered, but why would I?
> It was Christmas and no
> > one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance
> saying, "Hang on Granny,
> hang on!"
> > > >
> > > >My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor
> eyesight, sidled up to
> me and said, " Hey, who's the naked gal by the
> fireplace?"
> > > >
> > > >I told him she was Jay's friend.
> > > >
> > > >A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the
> mantel, talking to Louise.
> > > >
> > > >Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was
> then that we realized
> > this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
> > > >
> > > >The dinner went well. We made the usual small
> talk about who had died,
> > who was dying, and who should be killed, when
> suddenly Louise made a noise
> > like my father in the bathroom in the morning.
> Then she lurched from the
> panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in
> a heap in front of the
> sofa.
> > > >
> > > >The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce
> through my nose, and Grandpa
> > ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began
> administering
> > mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back
> over his chair and wet
> his pants.
> > > >
> > > >Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of
> the room, and sat in the
> > car.
> > > >
> > > >It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and
> remember.
> > > >
> > > >Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a
> thorough examination to
> > decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We
> discovered that Louise had
> suffered
> > from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
> > > >
> > > >Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called
> duct tape, we restored her
> to perfect health.
> > > >
> > > >HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

 

[PassionsFlame]

A Christmas Story

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas-oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it – over spending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma - the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.

The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoe strings seemed to be the only thing holding them together. It presented a sharp contrast to our boys, in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them.

We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. " They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them."

Mike loved kids-all kids-and he knew, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came...... That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.
On Christmas Eve, I placed an envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition- one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost it's allure.

The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed with anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

May we all remember the Christmas spirit this year and always.

Thanks to: Christina Burkart Coquitlam, B.C. Canada

 

[PassionsFlame]

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[MaryBears]

A Christmas Story

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas-oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it – over spending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma - the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.

The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoe strings seemed to be the only thing holding them together. It presented a sharp contrast to our boys, in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them.

We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. " They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them."

Mike loved kids-all kids-and he knew, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came...... That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.
On Christmas Eve, I placed an envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition- one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost it's allure.

The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed with anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

May we all remember the Christmas spirit this year and always.

Thanks to: Christina Burkart Coquitlam, B.C. Canada

Thanks for sharing that Passions.......It was very inspiring.....*hugs*

 

[PassionsFlame]

Children's Letters To God

Dear God,
Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
-Norma

Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't you just keep the ones you have now?
-Jane

Dear God,
Who draws the lines around the countries?
-Nan

Dear God,
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?
-Neil

Dear God,
Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.
Joyce

Dear God,
It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt him anyway.
-Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am)

Dear God,
Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up.
Bruce

Dear God,
If we come back as something, please don't let me be Jennifer Horton, because I hate her.
Denise

Dear God,
I want to be just like my daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair all over.
Sam

Dear God,
I think about you sometimes, even when I'm not praying.
Elliott

Dear God,
I bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it.
Nan

Dear God,
Of all the people who worked for you, I like Noah and David the best.
Rob

Dear God,
My brothers told me about being born, but it doesn't sound right. They are just kidding, aren't they?
Marsha

Dear God,
If you watch me in church Sunday, I'll show you my new shoes.
Mickey

Dear God,
We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school, we learned that you did it. So I bet he stole your idea.
Donna

Dear God,
I do not think anybody could be a better God. Well, I just want you to know that I am not just saying this because you are God already.
Charles

Dear God,
I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on Tuesday. That was cool!
Eugene

Dear God,
Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother.
Larry

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." - anonymous

 

[MaryBears]

Re: Children's Letters To God

Dear God,
Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
-Norma

Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't you just keep the ones you have now?
-Jane

Dear God,
Who draws the lines around the countries?
-Nan

Dear God,
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?
-Neil

Dear God,
Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.
Joyce

Dear God,
It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt him anyway.
-Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am)

Dear God,
Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up.
Bruce

Dear God,
If we come back as something, please don't let me be Jennifer Horton, because I hate her.
Denise

Dear God,
I want to be just like my daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair all over.
Sam

Dear God,
I think about you sometimes, even when I'm not praying.
Elliott

Dear God,
I bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it.
Nan

Dear God,
Of all the people who worked for you, I like Noah and David the best.
Rob

Dear God,
My brothers told me about being born, but it doesn't sound right. They are just kidding, aren't they?
Marsha

Dear God,
If you watch me in church Sunday, I'll show you my new shoes.
Mickey

Dear God,
We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school, we learned that you did it. So I bet he stole your idea.
Donna

Dear God,
I do not think anybody could be a better God. Well, I just want you to know that I am not just saying this because you are God already.
Charles

Dear God,
I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on Tuesday. That was cool!
Eugene

Dear God,
Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother.
Larry

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." - anonymous

Chirldren think up some of the cutest things....

 

[PassionsFlame]

Re: Re: Children's Letters To God

Chirldren think up some of the cutest things....

So true!

 

[Puddin36]

Hello to one and all. Loved all the postings, they are all so good. Nice to see so many ppl stopping in too. I was listening to the radio in my car today and heard this from one of the DJ's.

He was talking about liking larger women and then said that even the three little pigs were smart enough to know that you can't build a house out of sticks if you plan on spending alot of time in there.

Just wanted to share that with everyone, it sure made me chuckle as I was driving home from work tonight.

kaytee..........hope you have a safe trip there and back and have an enjoyable time while away.

PF..........{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{PF}}}}}}}}}}}}} sorry to hear that you are still having some problems, hopefully they will lessen soon. Good to hear that the adjustment helped.

trichcd........awesome AV

Frenchie...........damn fine AV

MaryBears.........loved all the postings. Hope you had a pleasant evening and a great tomorrow.

Hugs to all...........Puddin

 

[MaryBears]

Hello to one and all. Loved all the postings, they are all so good. Nice to see so many ppl stopping in too. I was listening to the radio in my car today and heard this from one of the DJ's.

He was talking about liking larger women and then said that even the three little pigs were smart enough to know that you can't build a house out of sticks if you plan on spending alot of time in there.

Just wanted to share that with everyone, it sure made me chuckle as I was driving home from work tonight.

kaytee..........hope you have a safe trip there and back and have an enjoyable time while away.

PF..........{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{PF}}}}}}}}}}}}} sorry to hear that you are still having some problems, hopefully they will lessen soon. Good to hear that the adjustment helped.

trichcd........awesome AV

Frenchie...........damn fine AV

MaryBears.........loved all the postings. Hope you had a pleasant evening and a great tomorrow.

Hugs to all...........Puddin

(((((((((((((((((((puddin))))))))))))))))))))))) hope your having an awesome week.....I am I making it....Just in a bummed mood

 

[Puddin36]

(((((((((((((((((((puddin))))))))))))))))))))))) hope your having an awesome week.....I am I making it....Just in a bummed mood

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{MaryBears}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} My week has been a good one now that I am out of my slump. Sorry to hear that you are in a bummed mood. Remember we are all here for one another and if you need anything, just ask and you shall receive. Hope Friday is better for you.


Hugs to all............Puddin

 

[MaryBears]

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{MaryBears}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} My week has been a good one now that I am out of my slump. Sorry to hear that you are in a bummed mood. Remember we are all here for one another and if you need anything, just ask and you shall receive. Hope Friday is better for you.


Hugs to all............Puddin

{{{{{{{{{puddin}}}}}}}}}}} thanks......Hopefully today will be better.....I have to go work out at the Life center.......Maybe that will help me....it should......it will get me around others so I won't be able to sit and dwell on things that is making me bummed.....so hopefully it will be better.....Hope your day is great

 

[MaryBears]

Morning chuckle.....although if this happened to me some lil boy would be getting his back side warmed

A farm boy accidentally overturned his wagonload of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the boy, "Hey Willis, forget your troubles! Come in and visit with us. I'll help you get the wagon up later."

"That's mighty nice of you," Willis answered, "but I don't think Pa would like me to."

"Aw come on boy," the farmer insisted.

"Well okay," the boy finally agreed, and added, "But Pa won't like it."

After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset."

"Don't be foolish!" the neighbor said with a smile. "By the way, where is he?"

"Under the wagon!"

 

[MaryBears]

And another chuckle................


This guy walks into a bar in Alabama and orders a white wine.

Everybody sitting around the bar looks up, surprised, and the bartender looks up at the guy, and says, "You ain't from around here, are ya... where ya from, boy?"

The guy says, "I'm from Missouri."

The bartender asks, "What th' hell you do in Missouri?"

The guy responds, "I'm a taxidermist."

The bartender asks, "A taxidermist... now just what th' hell is a taxidermist?"

The guy says "I mount animals."

The bartender grins and shouts out to the whole bar, "It's OK boys, he's one of us!"

 

[MaryBears]

Hehehe.....another one


Top 13 Things PMS
Stands For!



13. Psychotic Mood Shift

12. Pack My Stuff

11. Permanent Menstrual Syndrome

10. Perpetual Munching Spree

9. Puffy Mid-Section

8. People Make Me Sick

7. Provide Me with Sweets

6. Pardon My Sobbing

5. Pimples May Surface

4. Pass My Sweatpants

3. Pissy Mood Syndrome

2. Plainly Men Suck

1. Pass My Shotgun

 

[MaryBears]

In the back woods of Kentucky, the rednecks wife went into labor in the middle of the nigh;t, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery.

Since there was no electricity, the doctor handed the father-to be a lantern and said, "Here, you hold this high so I can see what I'm doing."

Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. "Whoa there," said the doctor. "Don't be in a rush to put the lantern down... I think there's yet another one to come."

Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. "No, no, don't be in a hurry to be putting down that lantern. It seems there's yet another one in there!" cried the doctor.

The Redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor, "You reckon it's the light that's attractin' 'em?"

 

[PassionsFlame]

Hello to one and all. Loved all the postings, they are all so good. Nice to see so many ppl stopping in too. I was listening to the radio in my car today and heard this from one of the DJ's.

He was talking about liking larger women and then said that even the three little pigs were smart enough to know that you can't build a house out of sticks if you plan on spending alot of time in there.

Just wanted to share that with everyone, it sure made me chuckle as I was driving home from work tonight.

kaytee..........hope you have a safe trip there and back and have an enjoyable time while away.

PF..........{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{PF}}}}}}}}}}}}} sorry to hear that you are still having some problems, hopefully they will lessen soon. Good to hear that the adjustment helped.

trichcd........awesome AV

Frenchie...........damn fine AV

MaryBears.........loved all the postings. Hope you had a pleasant evening and a great tomorrow.

Hugs to all...........Puddin

(((Puddin))) Thank you for sharing that with us and for the hugs. Unfortunately things are real rough... I am glad I saw dr on Wednesday, as I have had to cancel my adjustment for today but hopefully can see dr on Monday... this stress does not help things, but other ways I can take care of myself.... and nice to stop in here for some chuckles and smiles! Hope you have a good day!!!!

Hope everyone has a good day!!!!!!

 

[Missingmeds]

Thank you MaryBears for the laughs this morning. I truly needed them.

Good to see everyone here and posting, good morning to you all.