See these are my things DO NOT TOUCH, Phinnias!

Well, this is technically Cass's blog, but I use her account. Cuz I'm lazy and hopeless with social sites. My name's Ricky. I live in New York, no where near where Cass lives. I do know Cass, tho. I'm not a hacker...ever...I wouldn't hack some twelve-year-old girl's account, I'm not evil! Jeez.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Nothing new goin' on 'round here.

Ugh, I have not been on at ALL lately, have I? Slacker, you, Ricky! Darn! Do better next time!

But, I mean, there's nothing really to blog ABOUT. I mean, well, Treasure's kid Rammundace is tapping my shoe. Hold on.

(Five minutes later)

Here's what just happened:

Ricky: Ray, whadda you want?
Ray: Uncle Ricky, can I ask you a question?
Ricky: Um, I'm kinda busy right now.
Ray: Please!
Ricky: Fine! What is it?
Ray: Where do birds come from?
Ricky: Their birdy mothers.
Ray: Where do the birdy mothers come from?
Ricky: The baby bird's birdy grandmas.

Treasure, you sure got a wackjob.

Okay, so, oh, why Rammundace is here is because Bridged is dropping off Jamie's crock pot and Ray had to come along because day care was cancelled. Ray annoys me.

Friday, March 18, 2011

We've lost her again, danggit.

Cass is off blogger AGAIN. I feel like there's something going on over there, something I should know about. I've called her, but she says it's "all good" and "everything's fine." T-WAC, Loulou, you guys make sure that nothing is wrong over in the world of Cassidy.

I've never really understood Cass. She's her own person, y'know? She's not afraid to make mistakes, and she does, but there's something different with her. She's an actress. She can put on a smile. I never really knew what really makes her happy, what her dream is. Maybe her friends make her happy...maybe it's something else. There's something about her that I've never seen, huh?

Please make sure that if you see her, that she's not acting for you. You guys know her. Make sure her smiles are real, and not just a clue that we're losing her...again.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Perfect Synchronization

My girlfriend Leanna came over the other day. We were eating a snack when Treasure came into the room. He was bouncing a rubber ball, one about as big as a fist. He chucked it at me and then we, apparently, did something we were all unconscious of.

I rebounded, flinging it to Jamie, who instantaneously swerved it to me, and I rallied it back to Treasure. Treasure passed off to Rita, who passed it to Miley (housekeeper) who passed it to Nikki. Nikki passed it back to Treasure who was leaving the room, and he caught it.

Leanna's mouth was wide open.

"What?" I asked her.
"What you just did," She said. "That thing with the ball. How did you do that? That was amazing!"

None of us knew what she was talking about. But then we knew.

The ball never stopped moving for a second. We all, without thinking much, swerved the ball around to send it off. It doesn't take anything. It's effortless. We do it as a game, to see how long we can keep momentum going. But nobody had to look up, you can sense it. Nobody stopped the ball until Treasure caught it.

Now that I think about it, we do that all the time. We do it with everything, balls, spoons, apples, cell phones, hakki sacks...anything that's small, really.We keep it moving, and we usually do it without noticing.

Maybe we're supernatural or something, but I think we've just got the best reflexes in the world. We can move in perfect sync with each other, effortless movements. God created us to do these intense things, even keeping an apple moving through thin air.

If you want to know how we do this, here's how:

When it's tossed at us, reflexes kick in. We don't catch it, we kind of curve it. We push it. We redirect it, give it some more momentum. Someone catches it in the end, and the game is over.

Maybe it won't come easy to you, but it comes easy to me. Just practice. It's a simultaneous juggling show. I think it's pretty cool.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Never mind...

I don't have enough time to post lately!!!! Work is crummy, school is boring, and I have to do four Saturday detentions! I was actually getting into the habbit of posting I'm neglecting it. Ugh, lazy, lazy. I'm not at all happy with myself. Well, I have to go. Walmart awaits. Bye.