Okay, so I just made another new blog. The "Weird Factor X-19" is gone, and the music is actually on the blog rather then on another blog. This time the blog should stay where it is too. I'll try to make sure it doesn't turn into another dead blog, and to top it off, the web address is ten times easier to remember.
www.tyler-reynolds.blogspot.com
I'll see you there, if you ever check this blog.
Once upon a time (less then a week ago but I forget which night), it was Eleven o' Clock, CST, during the Summer (Summer weather anyhow.) I heard some strange screaming like someone yelling for help. Then silence. Then more screaming. So I run upstairs to get Dad. Didn't want to call 911...yet. So he comes down, and he heard it too. And he goes outside to investigate. Once again, it seems like someone calling for help. So Dad calls the big 9-1-1. The Police are coming, says the Police 911 Call Manager (or whatever they're called.) The we see some of our Mom and Dad's friends walk down the street. So Andrew and Lisa (M and D's friends) tell us that there are two teenage boys goofing off down the street. Bigtime goofing off. So the Police finally get to the street about an hour later (strange, they're ususally here in about 3 minutes.) By that time the kids were long gone.
As for the other title, our hamsters got in a bigtime fight today. They usually fight playfully (kind of like rough-housing.) But this time Lucky started to look a little funny in the face. So I got Anderson and asked if she looked funny, as indeed she ddi. He said yeah, so we turned on the lights to get a better view. Sure enough there was a nice little part of her hair missing right over the left eye, and, this is gruesome, a small amount of red stuff drizzling down the side of her eye. Anderson got the little hamster and started crying. After all, our hamsters haven't been wounded like this before. So we ran some testing, got them both out of the cage, and let them run around on Anderson's bed. They were fine when placed next to each other out of the cage. however, upon re-entry, Clutzy was on top of Lucky (both were squeaking up a storm.) Somehow they have seperated their differences but that was a nice sized scare.
I think my blog is being revived..........
I have changed my opinion since my last post. The following is REAL footage of what goes on up there at the North Pole. This may scare some of you. Indeed, Antarctica is melting. The algea is going to dye (yes, they will fall into the new fashion trend and dye their hair, something I never wish to do). The Ozone layer is being destroyed. Earth will soon be red from outer space! Then the martians with big oval and ironically green heads will invade and destroy whoever has kept their air conditioners running. Then they'll move to the next planet. We can't allow this to happen!
In other news we now have Guitar Hero II, something Anderson desprately wanted for his birthday but knew he'd never get. It's an awesome game and hard to control. Some of our family on Dad's are great at it....others, well.....they were over as soon as they missed their first note. Needless to say Anderson was panting with excitement within the first millisecond of when he saw what it was.
The well needed hot weather has begun. There probably won't be a day I don't go outside to do something physichal and not sweat.
With that I say that Global Warming IS A REALITY! (Not really)
Well, it's been quite a while since I've blogged. I've nearly forgotten about this blog actually. Took me a while to remember my password to Blogger.
So now I have a message to all "Global Warming" believing people. If there is indeed a great global warming, then why on this warmed up globe are we getting snow in April? This isn't just April coming out of March, this is April 14th. If Antarctica has been melting then it ought to be freezing up again with this kind of weather.
Thinking......thinking......processing the final thought.....still processing......one moment.....make that two.....I got it!
The thought: First family member to read this please leave a comment, I'm wondering if anyone actually still checks this blog. For now I have not much more to say.
It was a dark and stormy night (really), and me and Anderson were watching TV at around 5:40 P.M. Mom was running late and Dad was due to be back anytime. We heard the doorbell ring...surely it was Mom. We checked and nobody was there. Odd. Maybe Mom was wanting to get in the back door. After all, it was raining. But then again, it wasn't raining too hard. So I went to get the back door. When I was halfway there, the doorbell rang again, this time with a rhythm: A ring, a small space, a double ring. We heard footsteps. A few seconds later, ring, small space, double ring. More footsteps. What the? Anderson went and hid behind our currently unornamented Christmas Tree. More footsteps, more ringing. Barely peaking my head into the Dining Room, I told Anderson as quietly as possible, "Get down, come on through, grab the phone, and stay low." Anderson got to the phone, stood up and grabbed it, then ran the rest of the Dining Room to me in the Kitchen. Not the smartest thing to do having considered our situation, but hey, anything works if you can stay alive right? Anyhow, we got behind the washer and Anderson called Dad. We moved through the hallway, into our room, and upstairs. Dad must have picked up then because here is what I heard. "Hey Dad, um, somebody keeps on ringing the doorbell. I couldn't see anybody, but, uh.....yeah, we're hiding upstairs. I'm a little, uh, scared." After Anderson got off the phone, he said Dad was gonna get here ASAP and not to worry. So we sat around....I layed on the bed up there. Best bed in the world. Anyhow.....the door opened. Crap! We hear a voice. It's Mom. "Guys?" Mom comes upstairs.
Behind the scenes............
Mom has gone to the store after work to make this awesome cheese dip. She gets home. Normally she would just run in and have Tyler and Anderson help her. But this time she rings the doorbell, drops off the bags, and goes to get another load. Tyler and Anderson will realize it's her and bring the bags in, right? She comes back up and the door isn't open. She rings the doorbell multiple times now, to get our attention. She goes back to the car. On her third trip she saw Anderson peaking out from the curtains. She waves but he doesn't acknowledge her. She does this again and again. She finally comes in and carries the bags in. No trace of Tyler and Anderson. Odd. She searches the house. The door to Tyler and Anderson's bedroom is closed. She checks. Nobody is in the room, but the lights are on. She goes upstairs. "Guys?"
What a relief when we found out it was just her...............
Oh yeah, I was seriously gonna call the cops, but Anderson got Dad instead. Glad I didn't........
NOTE: This IS a true story. Ask my MOM Ask my DAD. Ask ANDERSON. Ask ME even.
The excitement never ends at Robinson Street. If you don't know what I mean, got to my Dad's blog (link on sidebar), and check out about the AK-47 incident, or the "Carrot Kelly" account.
Yahoo! We've got hamsters! A special type...the Dwarf Hamster!
Mine:
The white one
- Clutzy
Anderson's:
The brownish one
- Lucky
Once upon a time, Anderson went to one of his friend's house. This friend of his, named Cody Carpender, got a cute little dwarf hamster while there. Anderson said we should get one.
After some extensive research which included trips to the local pet store, public library, and of course the Internet, (yes, we took a trip there...) we gathered money and bought the little gals. Gals? Oh yeah...they're girls, for the reason that males would get into fights. We've had them for some amount of weeks now.
The awesomeness of the whole thing is that they are the perfect housepets for us. A few reasons:
1.) They are absoulutely adoreable.
2.) They keep themselves clean.
3.) Their food is very cheap
4.) Cage cleaning is easy and not at all dirty
5.) They are the Exclusive APP (American Pocket Pet)
Mine is called Clutzy because on the first day we got her, she was very clumsy. Clutzy was somewhat tame when we got her...she only bit a few times.
Anderson's is called Lucky because she has survived an amount of falls from the 3-5 foot range that it is amazing she isn't dead yet. On a human scale, we'd all be splattered on the ground. On the day we got her we named her Fiesty because she bit so much. She has mellowed out a lot now.
If you haven't come and seen these little guys yet, you need to. Until next time...
(P.S: The Wierd Factor X-19 has been dormant for a long amount of time...it's goingto strike sometime VERY soon...NO!!! Not now! Go away! I don't...I do...NO! I don't like you! Do you understand I'm nearly 13! Stay wawy from me! Get away! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!)
