New Bears to Report

"The Blues"



Stuart (he gets two photos up cuz I LOVE him!




Nathan



Evan (he's a little bigger than the others at 6 inches)



And finally little Pepe!



I'll just let the teddies tell the story this time.

Many hugs to you all from the Vicki and the teeny teddies.

Scully and His Corvette

My name is Scully. I was born on December 2, 2002. I am slightly less than 3 inches tall and wear a red print vest. Basically, what I am is a “practice bear”… and I don’t really mind that. That means I actually serve a very valuable service. My Mom teddy bear lady was practicing to make smaller bears. She made me and put a little red vest upon my chest and called me Scully.



She must have liked me because in the summer of 2003 she took me along when she and Himself went to Victoria to pick up the Corvette. I was so excited to be going along, I could hardly sit still the whole way. But little did I know what was yet to come.

It was a 1981 black slightly used Corvette, but I loved it and when she explained to Himself that the Corvette really should belong to Scully, I almost jumped out of my vest. So we all got in the Corvette and proceeded to drive back to Seattle so we could put the Corvette on the barge and bring it back home to Juneau.


I insisted on sitting on the dash, even though I kept falling off.


When we got back home I was requested to turn my Corvette over to Himself, my boss/owner/master/friend, and trust him to completely dismantle my prized possession and rebuild it from the ground up, so to speak.




Years passed. I sat in the man-office waiting, gathering dust, sitting, staring at the wall, gathering faith, hoping, and finally, one day Himself asked his wife teddy bear lady, “Want to go for a Corvette ride?” And she replied, “Yes, and let’s take Scully!”

I could hardly believe my ears! I almost jumped for joy but there was so much dust on me, I couldn’t muster the strength.

So the teddy bear lady picked me up, shook me off, brought me out into the sunshine and placed me on the hood of the Corvette.


The Corvette was just beautiful! It was now this smashing color of red (and it matches my vest) with a little bit of black, leather seats and a wonderful new dashboard for me to sit on. This was worth waiting for, for sure.


So we went for a ride. I got to drive. I got to see amazing scenery. And I got to hang out with the teddy bear lady and Himself for a little while. It was a perfect day in the life of a patient teddy bear.


And now I’m back on my shelf in the man-office, but that’s OK. Because I know that by being patient I have been rewarded and my teddy dreams have come true. My Corvette is back on the road and it is way cool!!!


So, thanks to Himself for fixing my Corvette and making it so beautiful. And thanks to my Mom teddy bear lady for remembering me, sitting here in the man-office for many years, waiting for the magic moment.


Now I have my memories and my dreams and my hopes that I can go for another ride someday beary, beary soon.

Good night from Scully.

My Newest Fuzzy Friend!

The other day I was out shopping with Mom when I spotted him. Sitting atop a shelf at Fred Meyer’s. "I have to have him," I exclaimed to Mom. So she agreed and insisted on buying him for me.

I placed him ever so gently in the cart and we proceeded on with our shopping trip.

I wasn’t quite sure how he would be accepted by the other bears once we got home.

It took awhile, but today they invited him to join in teddy story time.

Teddies are such open and loving little individuals.

However, I kind of think this is only going to last until the end of the month.



Happy Halloween month to you,

Vicki and the bears and the fuzzy spider

Happy Birthday Dear Daughter

On October 8, 1970 at the ripe old age of 19, I gave birth to you, my first child, a beautiful baby girl.



We named you Barbara Ann, mostly because being a child of the 60’s I was in love with the Beach Boys and my favorite song was Barbara Ann.

So I began to raise you, my little Barbie doll, although I was little more than a child myself.

The years went by so fast, I can hardly believe it.



If I would have known then, what I know now.

How different things would have been.

But I’ve learned many things from you, my dear.

Lessons of love and absolute joy.

Lessons of opening and gratitude.

Lessons of letting go and letting in.

Lessons of growing up and growing old.



And believe me when I say, I am so proud of you. You are so beautiful. And you are loved absolutely. My little girl.



Happy Birthday!
With Love, Mom