He got me a flying quadricopter for christmas. It came with lasers. It was awesome. We flew it inside the house. Over people’s heads. I thought that was even more awesome.
Then we flew it outdoors.
I liked flying it indoors better.
In turn I got him a super-video card so that we can crank up all the settings on our video games. It was so super it came with 3 fans. I’m so thoughtful.
All we’re missing now is my uber gaming bear cave.
Each even came with a note!
So many presents, and I hadn’t even gotten to the present my best bear bud got me yet.
I like Christmas.
This oso is oso ready.
Location scouted and secured.
Bring on the presents!
It’s the night before Christmas and I’m kind of feeling a little excited about how many presents under the tree have my name on it.
So excited that I wanted a moment with my best bear bud and his friend Kurt in front of my tree and my anticipated presents.
Big ass tree, big ass number of presents for me – this is the Christmas spirit!
Time to go to bed so I can wake up and start opening more presents!
Christmas Eve and it’s time for presents!
To get into the christmas spirit, this spirit bear wore a santa hat. It wasn’t the right size and I had to fit it over my toque, but whatever, it’s a christmas hat. Let’s not get picky.
As a pre-christmas gift I got a chocolate bear, scratch tickets and chocolate. I thought I got a pretty good haul. So did Nicholas’ sister.
Time to scratch those tickets. I’m feeling lucky!
Snowmen time!
This holiday season, I made myself a list. After all, I’m a bear on a mission.
Word in the house was that we were going plastic for the tree this year.
I objected. Real trees for this spirit bear.
While it did involve a dent into my bear tin to finance the tree, I am a thoughtful and generous bear when it comes to the holidays, so I allowed it.
No small trees for this bear though. If we’re getting a tree, we’re getting a big ass tree.
One that takes 3 grown men to haul in.
One that stretches into the horizon.
Make that 4 grown men.
This is the perfect holiday tree for this house and for this spirit bear.
And as a final touch I let everyone know who this tree came from.
I mean, SOMEBODY has to help me with the rest of the items on my list.
Looks like I’m the only one taking company health seriously. Slackers.
That’s right. Sumi Big Daddy Bear has got a drill arm now, and I’m here to save little girls from splicers by drilling anyone who gets in my way in the face.
At least until we’re done playing Bioshock 2.
Then I’ll only drill Nicholas in the face.
Being a former Olympic bear, I know a thing or two about biathlons.
And so this weekend we had our own.
Shooting + best bear bud bonding = biathlon bonanza action.
I’m a pretty good shooter. Naturally.
Clay pigeons shatter in fear under my paws.
