School is starting on Wednesday

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scout Camp

Man, it's been a long time. I've been away with my Stick Scout camp. Not a computer in sight. Actually, not much that uses electricity in sight. That's alright, though. Sometimes I like to get back to my roots...


It was a week long trip to some camp next to the Wabash River. One day we waded down the river (Dip Stick said we were playing "Pooh Sticks." Doofus.), and the next day we were hiking sticks. We sang a lot of songs around the camp rock pit (no campfires for us; we're not evil like you all). I even met my requirements for two new badges: Wood Knots and Leafprinting. I might move up a rank from Sapling to Sugar Maple. I'm hoping to become a Sycamore in a couple of years.


I also got a bad case of poison ivy. Humans, you know, get sores and rashes. Trees, though, get tangled up in vines. It makes it very hard to move. I've still got a couple of twists in me. And they're itchy.


Mom said that Pappy Stick will be visiting us this weekend. I'm kind of pumped up. First of all, he's not bringing Old Walkin' Stick with him. Second, we might go to a baseball game. The Clinton LumberKings are playing the evil Bakerfield Blaze. I hate fire.

A Necessary Evil?

My mom wanted to go shopping for school supplies today, which is something I so obviously DON'T want to do (I'm avoiding school like the plague). Have you ever noticed how many school supplies are made of trees? Pencils, loose leaf paper, notebooks, folders. Heck, even scissors and pens and stuff come IN cardboard products, made, of course, by paper. But it's kind of necessary, isn't it? I mean, until we all come to school with laptops and email assignments back and forth, paper is the way to go.


But still, how would you like it if you went to school and used school supplies made of HUMAN FLESH???? I suspect that it would be kind of gross to you.


So, anyway, I think school is starting way, way, way too soon. Mom says I should be reading a little more, but that involves books...which are made of PAPER! At least video games aren't made of trees. Although I wish they would come back with joySTICKS.

Tree Terrorists

There's this bug that somehow got over to our country, and it's hurting a lot of my friends. It's called the Emerald Ash Borer, and it kills Ash Trees by giving them some disease. Thankfully my family is immune; our family tree consists of a lot of Red Oaks, but it's a bit disconcerting to know that some nasty insect can come over and destroy life as we know it.

You know what I think? I've been watching the news and hearing about how North Korea has hopes for creating nuclear weapons. Then I suddenly hear that they're willing to work with the US and give up nuclear ambitions. Oh, but that's just a ploy! I'll guarantee you that they're behind the Emerald Ash Bore. It's Insectial Warfare, I tell you!

And the US does nothing about it. Too bad that millions of their tree citizens are dying before their very eyes. What is their course of action? Mandate that people shouldn't bring firewood when they camp! Baloney!

I hope that Bark Obama is elected President. You know he'll take care of our kind; he's a Democrat. And lots of people ROOT for him.

BORING BORING BORING

Summer is over half gone. And what am I doing with my time off? NOTHING! Besides hanging out with Dip Stick this week, it's been a complete bore. At least I've been sleeping like a log. Wake up times at noon? That's right. I'm not a bird and I don't need a worm.

Besides sleeping I've been playing some games. I just got one of those retro Atari video game systems. You know, the one with the joysticks? It's got Pong and Asteroids and Pitfall! Ah, good times, good times.

The Stickball Game

Hey ya'll. Long time no blog. I never got to write about my trip to the Reds game.

The family, Dip Stick, and I got up early and headed down to Cincinnati for the afternoon game. Nothing really eventful happened during the game. Had some root beer, leafed through the program, saw my bud Adam Dunn hit a long ball. All in all a good day.

We headed down towards the player's entrance afterwards, hoping to get an autograph. I brought my Sharpie and baseball cards. Dip Stick brought a Sharpie, too, but nothing else. We waited around for a little while, and I lost track of Dip Stick (like usual). When I finally found him, guess what? He got an autograph from Adam Dunn! On his bark!

"I'm never washing this off," he said.

"You don't take baths," I added.

"I'm getting this carved," he said.

"I'm not going into that conversation again," I mentioned (see a previous blog).

All in all this was a good day. I wanted to stick around a little while longer, but dad said we had to leaf. Later.

Thanks, Friends

I'm so glad to see all my stick buddies responding to my blog. NOT! Come on, give Sticky some lovin'. Not you, Dip Stick.

My mom Lip Stick had a baby six months ago. My baby sister is named Goo Goo Stick, and she's a handful. It used to be all she did was cry and poop. And let me tell you, changing her was a nightmare. Her poop was real sappy and sticky. But now she's getting cuter. She makes cooing sounds and smiles and stuff. She also drools. Again, gross. That's even sappy. My mom has even joked about turning all of her drool into maple syrup. Gross.

Today I'm going to see a Cincinnati Reds game. I can't wait to see major league bat players. I hope Ken Griffey Jr.'s bat hits a home run. When I grow up, I want to be a professional bat.