Meet my scardy dog, Bishop.

I have a dog named Bishop. He is NOT man's best friend. He is scared of me. He is scared of Macy (I can see why) . And Also, he loves Ollie, and steals ollie from me. Only the good part is ollie doesn't love him. In your face, Dog! He is fun to play with, when he does't run. He loves his kong. I throw it to him, and he brings it back. He knows sit, and stay, and lay down. Only he doesn't always listen to me, sometimes he just runs. He is only one year old, and he is a german shepherd. He is not fierce. And that's how I like him. He doesn't jump on people either. I love Bishop, but he is NOT man's best friend.

Now meet simon, my other cat.

Simon is my other cat. He is not like Oliver. He is mean. He is old. He has arthritis. He throws up everywhere. He hates me. Here is what he is like: "Don't you dare touch me. If you touch me, your dead. I said don't touch me! Rarrrrrrr, meowwww! Hissssss! Scratch! I don't feel good. I am mad. I will poop in the closet, thanks to you. I still don't feel good. Let me go barf." That is simon. He is mean. I would have a picture for you, but he wont let me.

Introducing Ollie, my cat

Oliver, my cat is sorta my bud. He understands me, Makes jokes (Like "Why are you staring at me? All i'm doing is licking. Here is my plan for today: Thing number one, Breakfast. are you going to feed me anytime soon? why are you still starring at me? Thing number two: Beg for more breakfast. And number three is to nap. And ha! In your face. Number four is to lick! And that is what I will do. Why are you still staring at me? Does the cat got your tongue? Well here is some information to Y-O-U, I do not get tongues. And that was rather offensive. Never-mind. I will just go and lick somewhere else. Wait just a second, your eyes are practically closed. You are asleep! You are not awake now! Yu have slept in till 7! I wake up at 4! Now get up and feed me! Meowwww! Meowww! Meowwww! get up!) Yep, that is Oliver.

Here's a picture of him in a suitcase (he love to hang out in suitcases)!

Dicection day! (I still don't know how to spell that)

Today was dicection day. It was disgusting. We dicected the mouse, Cut off it's head, Pulled out it's guts, e.c.t. Anywho, I wasn't actually participating. "If you get grossed out, Go to the hall" said my teacher, Mrs. Hook. I pretty much camped out in the hall until class was over. Next period, we're dicecting a frog. I'm Going to go camping in the hall. Only this time i'm bringing perfume (for the AWFUL smell) And a joke-book (to get my mind off it). Apparently my sister gagged the whole time. I still don't understand why she didn't go camping in the hall too. And I say,
"Really?!"

Craft fun:

Today I will show you how to make a paper flower. What you will need:
Tissue paper
A green pipe cleaner

First, Crumble up your tissue paper and then unwrap it.
Second, Twist your pipe cleaner on the end so it looks like a stem.
Ta da!

the noodle of power

A few months ago, Macy was eating her favorite food, Ramen noodles. She lifted a noodle above her had and chanted "The noodle of power". I stared at her. Than i burst out laughing. Who in the world would come up with something called the noodle of power? I pictured a noodle wearing a super hero cape. They both were flapping and wiggling in the air. It was very flappy. Also, it was wearing goggles. Today Macy and I were playing a game called "Name that face". Macy Did an odd face. She looked like cinderella dancing with her prince. I said,"Cinderella?" She said "No. The noodle of power." I laughed again.

Today I had school.

Today I had school. It wasn't the best school day ever... I had brought an oatmeal cookie for my friend Taylor, and he wash't even there. Also, I felt bad in spanish cause our class didn't do so well. My friend Landon's dad is very sick and is in the hospital. Please pray. And also, to Courtney, Thank you for the nice note you wrote on the board. "Reagan- thank you for being such a great friend to me before the move -Courtney" That was very sweet! Oh, and I almost forgot. Thursday we're Dicecting (however you spell that) a mouse! Yay! (not.)

Salad recipe

Last night when Courtney came over, she commented my mom on her salad. That was very nice. So, I decided to give you my moms salad recipe. Here it is:

1 cup of chopped cherry tomatoes
bacon (cooked, crispy and chopped into bits)
2 hardboiled eggs, chopped
5 cups of lettuce (or reasonable amount)
vinaigrette dressing
ranch dressing

1. First, mix in all of your ingredients into a large bowl, except the dressings.
2. Second, lightly drizzle a small amount of ranch on the salad. than drizzle a large amount of vinaigrette on it.
3. last but not least, toss the salad until it is all evenly covered with everything.

Bomb-bug catastrophy

Apparently last winter wasn't cold enough to kill off all the stinkbugs. So now were stuck with so many. I'm not exaggerating, I see at least ten every day. The worst part is there like little stink bombs. If you smush one, The let out an awful smell. I'm going to start calling them bomb bugs. Luckily, this winter is freezing cold. Die you bomb bugs!

Today my friends came over.

Today Courtney, my friend came over. We had fun. Ever tried to clean up a giant mess that you made yourself? Well, it's not easy. Try it. It's not like you can ask for help, 'cause it's your mess. So never mind the whole "Try it" part if your NOT in the mood to clean. I'm not happy. I am angry. :/ (Grrr)

I am Reagan. I am ten.

Please pretend what just happened never happened. I finally came up with a punchline!
'sup. This is Reagan hangin' in the hooouusse! The age is ten, Come on in.
(Ha, ha, ha) Now thats a punchline! Thats unbeatable! Magical! Powerful! (lol)

Welcome to my blog!

This is my first post. Quick Question... And how exactly do I make "Hello, My name is Reagan. I am ten" not sound lame or babyish?  Well, I could say, "Dear folks of Kentucky, My name is Reagan. I am at the age of ten." Or  "Hi. I am Reagan. I am ten." Never mind me right now. First I need to come up with a punchline.