No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:11
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
valentine's day lol
This is one of those things that will probably be funny to no one else, but on Saturday I was home alone and found myself laughing. A lot. Because I woke up, looked over the side of the bed and saw this:
It was like the bear had decided this day was going to suck so he was just going to give up early and put himself in the trash.
While we're at it, this guy is new and could use a name. Because the name on his tag? Bubba Remus? No.
Awww, keep the name Bubba...my mom called me that when I was younger, and she sometimes still does...I have a fond connection to that name. On another little side note, my Aunt Rita always called me Boz, as in Bozo the clown...hmmm...maybe those weren't good nicknames after all?
If you're going for childhood nicknames I had the most awesome, My grandpa calls me pooper, my Dad calls me punkin, and my aunts and uncles call me Junebug.
Now, for the bear, I'm thinking something like ... McFuzzletons Wuzzie Face, because who doesn't want to rub their face in a bear and talk in a baby voice and say that?
Awww, keep the name Bubba...my mom called me that when I was younger, and she sometimes still does...I have a fond connection to that name. On another little side note, my Aunt Rita always called me Boz, as in Bozo the clown...hmmm...maybe those weren't good nicknames after all?
ReplyDeleteIf you're going for childhood nicknames I had the most awesome, My grandpa calls me pooper, my Dad calls me punkin, and my aunts and uncles call me Junebug.
ReplyDeleteNow, for the bear, I'm thinking something like ... McFuzzletons Wuzzie Face, because who doesn't want to rub their face in a bear and talk in a baby voice and say that?