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.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Last night, I was hanging around at Joey-Joe's house, texting Cass (who, by the way, informed me that she won't be coming up here to NY any time soon because she's SO busy with her friends who, like, live there. Pshaw. Stupid locals) and eating their Trader-Joe's-brand food. So Bridget pops in all oh-Ricky, and I knew that there was a problem.

See, guess what? Remember Rammundace? Bridget and Corey's adopted kid? Well, they're going out to some restaurant and then going to a hotel. So here's our conversation.

Bridget: Oh, Ricky, can you do me a big, big favor?
Ricky: Define "big."
Bridget: As in, watch Ramon when me and Treasure leave for the night big.
Ricky: Miley-
Bridget: Miley is on a date with Oatmeal. (NOT REAL NAME, fyi)
Ricky: Jamie-
Bridget: Jamie is watching the rest of your lot.
Ricky: Cassidy-
Ricky: Kay kay fine geez I'll watch your stinkin' kid omigosh you people HATE me don't you?
Bridget: Thanks Rickalot! Later.

So she dumps me with her kid but she DID say later that I could take him back to our house with Joe and have a "sleepover."

Oh, yeah, a two-year-old and my everything-freak friend are some company.

So Joe went to bed within three seconds, and Ray didn't want to sleep AT ALL. So I was up late with Mr. Where's-My-Mommy yapping at me every second!

This morning was a lot better, though. I got ready for school, shipped Rammundace off to daycare, and now here I am, sitting around, just home from school. I leave for work in twenty minutes. LAME.

I'm eating peanut butter on a bagel (we're out of bread, Jay forgot to go shopping) and listening to the good ole B.o.B off of Kate's iHome. (Don't tell her.) Uh oh. Treasure's home. I'm not supposed to eat in my bedroom. I MUST COVER UP MY TRACKS!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Darn ye!

Might I first add that I have, indeed, not posted in two weeks almost exactly. And I will blame my blasted friend Joey-Joe for this one.

See, I was over Joe's house one day, and he's got a lot of siblings too, and besides, Bridget and Ramon live there too, so it was crowded and really awkward, so I decided I'd just hibernate to his bathroom and yank out my laptop and like, y'know, surf, Facebook, Tweet, MySpace...all those social sites that Cass had to help me set up an account for.

So I guess I fell asleep in there with the curtain around the tub, so nobody saw me. And the next morning, I was still sleeping when Kenna decided to turn the hot water on without looking and start RUNNING A BATH! Blasted thirteen-year-olds...they're all idiots.

As you might have guessed, the water totally fried my laptop. And trust me, I let Kenna know VERY well that she was NOT on my HAPPY PERSON LIST!!!!!

Well, actually, that's not really Joey-Joe's fault. It's Kenna's. And it's also Ruby and Rowan's fault because they were the ones who were annoying the fatoodle out of me and made me go in the bathtub in the first place! And it's also Dell's fault for making not-so-waterproof laptops!

On the bright side, Jamie let me use some of my birthday money to buy THIS laptop, which is blue and not flooded. She almost made me do chores, but I reasoned with her and Treasure, who wanted to make me do chores like the evil soul he is. (REASONED.)

Okay, I have work to attend. Later.