Family Matters Most

I would have to say that my family is a little on the odd side. not so much as Chris Crutcher's "rocky" family. my mom is probably the most weird. she has a very sarcastic attatude and loves to mess with me because she says "it's too easy". Just like the other day, she and I were eating at a resturant, as she opened her purse, she froze instantly, then looked up and said,
"so, you have money right?"
to which I replied "i thought mom stood for Made Of Money".
she laughed a little bit and said "sereously, i dont have any cash and i left the Master Card at the house".
i began to panic "YOU CAN'T BE SEREOUS!!"
my cousin spencer just played along because he always knows when she is going to mess with me.
Eventually she told me to calm down and gave me money to pay for the food.

Now my dad? oh my gosh, he is funnier than anything i've ever encountered. he loves to joke around, but is a very sereous man, hard working, and literally the meaning of a true American.
I'm going to tell you a story of my dad and I hunting. About 2 weeks ago, he and I were driving to the Grocery store for a few cases of bottled water for the trip, little did i know our frist kill would be on the road. a nice and plump red squrriel was on the road, he looked at me and said,
"Hey Byron, look a critter"
he honked twice and jurked the wheel to where we were to hit the little rodent. The tires squeeled and the back of the Dodge Dakota jumped a little and made me burst out laughing.
after we returned home from the trip, we started to clean our kills which consisted of Elk, Deer, and Coon'.
we both went inside and when we came back one of the un-skinned elk were standing up and my dad told me to go get a gun and kill it, i did at i was told as he went around the neighborhood to tell people that there was going to be a gunshot and not to worry. As i waited, dad was at the last house and was just about to knock, a man inside was tossing a salad, when i fired the gun,  in mid air the salad just fell and my dad just started to laugh but then told him what had just happned.

If you must know more about my family,I will tell you more about my brother.
though you probably think we have a rough sibling hatred, but in all honestey, he and I are more or less like best friends than brothers. He and I have beel through the toughest and the funniest of times together.
like the time when we were riding bikes around town and I crashed into a parked car, or the time when he was close-lined off his bike, or about the time he and I snuck out to mess around with our remote-control helecopters and as we were flying them, my mom opened the window and neither of us had seen her and Tyler accedently hit her in the face with his. she must have awakend the entire neighborhood the scream that my ears haven't reconized before.

Doing Something "cool"

Once when I was six, my brother and I were playing video games in my room on the second floor  of the house we were living in at the time. My brother looked at me and said

“Bro, I have the perfect idea”.  I looked at him and said

“alright, what is it?”

“well, if you get some cardboard and duck tape, and tape it on your arms, climb up to the roof, and jump off you can fly!” I looked at him nervously and said

“Alright sweet.” So, I went into the cold, dark, damp, and drafty, cross base to look for some cardboard. After that ordeal, I went outside to look for duck tape in my dad’s toolbox on his truck. I found it under the jack hammer, and an old work coat. I went back inside to craft my “flight suit” with some scissors that I found in my mom’s sewing kit. 

After I finished my “suit” my brother helped me tape the “wings” to my arms and legs, then proceeded to help me get to the roof of our house with a ladder he found in the back yard. As we were on the roof, my brother patted me on the back and said “your ready, good luck”.

I semi smiled and said “yeah, I hope so”.  As I took the leap of faith, I felt the wind hit my face and I began to flap my arms helplessly, falling to the hard ground, face first.

When my mom heard me scream In pain she ran outside and saw my brother just laughing. She screamed at the top of her lungs “TYLER PENNY, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

“yes Ma’am” he said in a low voice.

My mom walked over to m, picked me up and took me inside, lord only knows what my mom said and how my brother felt

Ghosts of War

I would like to begin this blog with sawing that Spec. Smithson is very odd in the free world now since he was been in the war for abnout 3 years. he has rotated back to the world and his parents threw a party for him, while at the party, a baloon poped and he thought it was an Iraqi insurgent. he darted his eyes around untill his eyes rested and tracked the imaginary figure, the figure was running with a Kalashnatov AK-47, muzzle flashing, he thinks he hears more bullets being fired, but no, his father told him "calm down, it is only a baloon". he calmed down after his father told him everything was alright. after his leave, he was rotated back to Iraq. where one of his dear friends, peterson, was killed in a convoy behind him, he only noticed his absence when he arrived back at his base.

Ghosts Of War

The book I'm reading is Ghosts Of War, it is about a man named Ryan Smithson, he joined the military when he was 17 in 2001 when the infamous day of 9/11 took place. I have read pretty far ahead, here is a quick run down of the main characters. Of coarse there is Spc.Smithson, there is the lieutenant, and their sarge, i can't recall their names at this time, i will talk more about them in my second post. But anyway, Smithson is an army reserves trooper, he went to Kuwait, and was stationed there for a little bit. after a few weeks he and his convoy drove across the border into Iraq, they were thinking that Iraq would be war-torn, and destroyed, they expected bombs and bullets. instead they were confronted with peace. although they were ordered to shoot and kill children who threw rocks at them, maybe with good reason. rocks hurling at you while your going 60 mph down the road can be deadly.