Something to say about Candy and Rocky

I have two evil little eleven-year-old siblings, and they are ridiculous. Candy and Rocky have changed, and they're still changing. Candy used to be all about baking. She made cookies, pies, cakes, tarts, scones, pastry's, muffins, and everything else. She was so cute! It is so precious when a cute five-year-old girl asks her big eight-year-old brother to try her scone. But now she's obsessed with fashion, and never let's us down with the 'ins' and the 'outs'. Next there's Rocky, the former chef. Rocky had a dream to be a famous chef. Wasn't bad, really. He was always cooking, watching cooking shows, memorizing cookbooks, eating new recipes, or outside on the grill. Few months younger then Candace, Rockefeller became abridged with style too, and the two are never without one another. They're the most judgemental dogs EVER.Now when we're hungry, we have to ask Jamie instead of going to Rocky or Candy's room. The house never smells good anymore, like the scent of fresh baked cookies, or a omelet on the breeze. The two just hover around the mall and talk about things. It's almost scary that one chick can get her ears pieced twelve times with the permission of her guardian, Treasure. Rocky has his done twice. Rita's done hers three, but I think it's gross and I'm never going to get them pieced. Never! I'm just gonna keep wearing jeans, red sweaters, sneakers, and b-ball caps. Anyways, all my red hair would get tangled in the earring. Hope I haven't offended any fashion diva's out there, bye!

The holiday's are long gone people!

The holiday's just past me and I am bewildered (Cassidy learned a new word. Look it up!). I am always trying to convince my family that I have enough money to go to Russia with my dad, who just re-located again. He, since I was born, has lived in twenty-two different places! Brazil, Turkey, Australia, Peru, Madagascar, Alabama, India, China, Japan, Korea, Mongolia, Mexico, Porto Rico, Canada, Iceland, Greenland, France, Spain, L.A., Switzerland, and now he's in Russia! But since he was five, he has touched every corner of the world. He's even told me he's been to the south pole! My dad gets his cash from two main sources: 1: His mine. My dad opened a gem mine when my mom was 'preparing' for Treasure. This mine had exactly seven-thousand billion gems! And people come to Arte', my dad's top gemmist, to see how much their worth! My dad went from Grammy-grammes basement, to a trillion! I am the richest kid in new york! It told me online! We all get a million dollar ALLOWANCE! 2: My Grammy-Grammy is also one of the finest scientist's in the world, and well, you get the idea. MILLIONAIRE! Well, for more info on my family, come back next time! See you all soon!

More about Treasure my spoiled rotten brother

Treasure is the family member I always wonder about. He's never looking out for me even though Jamie tells him to. He's irresponsible and rude and can be real mean, like every teenager. He is the true sixteen. I would be lying if I told you I hate him, although he can be a pain. At ten, I would tell you I'm a failure. At ages 11 through 13, I would have said that I never should have came to planet earth. But I'm fourteen and wise. O.k., I'm turning fourteen in January. But now I say that I was wrong! I was meant to be here!

Treasure has a friend Luke. He's nice to me and got me a scooter for my birthday last year. He has good hair and he takes my brother to the 'movies'. Which means they're sneaking out to Luke's church. It doesn't seem bad, does it? Luke's church has a movie theater and an ice rink and the teen room has a big TV and a soda machine and a whole arcade! I wanna go! It's not fair! Jamie takes us every Sunday to this catholic church, which is not the nice kind of catholic church with donuts and a teen room and exiting sermons, no! It's not the nice kind my friend Joey-Joe goes to! So once I snuck in Treasure and Luke's Cadillac in the back seat while they drank root beer and Luke ordered KFC. I snuck in to church with them instead of Jamie's not-the-fun-kind-of-catholic church. It was so cool! I met up with Jamie after and told her Treasure and Luke took me to see a movie. I told her it was only PG-13 and that dad said I could. My dad was in Spain with his girlfriend! He lives in Spain and pointed movie boy in charge of us. My dad never took us to church. I wonder why. My mom used to take us to this fun Calvary church when we lived in L.A. But then my mom died, so by fun church. I wish my dad would come here and live with us and tell Treasure to be responsible. I wonder why everything happens to me! I guess that's life, though.

Hi Guys (And girls)

Hello. My name is Ricky. I am a webkinz lion. Now you wonder, how am I typing this? My owner, Cassidy is typing for me. She has another blog called The World Of Cassidy. This blog is just for fun. I have a twin sister Rita and a ton of other Bros and sis's. I come from a big family. I have a snot brother named Treasure (Corey). He has a nickname. His girlfriend gave it to him. He's the most popular kid at George Washington high school. I go to Kinzville academy middle school. My sister Nikki goes to the Chihuahua school of English and language, C.S.O.E.L. She is from Chihuahua Mexico, her and her sister Molli are adopted. So, then theirs Jamie, fifteen. Bossy, British Jamie. Katie and Kelly are the same animal except Kelly's Lil' kinz. Skippy gives Hypnotism lessons after we get home to me, Nikki, and Kelly. Then there's Dalmi, the gymnast. And Rocky, the perfect. After him is Candy, the backer. Then Pudgy, the clean and Phinnias, the wizard. There's Ashlyn and Arnie and Buddy. And more I can't name.Well, you know my life, how I'm unpopular and how I'm a mess and my best friend is a perfect well-mannered clean freak is my best friend. Wait, I said that! See? I'm an weirdo. Well, see you next time you read this pointless blog. Bye!