I know my dad wanted me to start blogging, but I thought I should be doing other things… Turns out, when your out with your dad, thinking its going to be a grand adventure and he starts going on this flower picking thing, you have time to KILL. He’ll go around taking his own sweet time looking at every leaf, every single dot on the plant. To say the truth he sure is cute though. Old fart. I only come out as a guard for him. He...

I hate bugs. With a passion. I aint scared of them, I just hate them. Since i’m like 2″8  small bugs are bigger to me then you would think. Most of them are harmless, but I dont like ‘em anyways. For every one that you kill two more pop up to take its place. Out here on this trek looking for plants, you get too many bugs. Yesterday morning i’m cooking food for me, dad and Green. Soup. Good to keep you going and...

Ok dad, are you satisfied? I’m making posts now, so you can stop bugging me and sending Green to hound me! Doesn’t look that hard. If I can hack Trolls to pieces, I should be able to master writing on this blog. ………… ………… Damn. Fine.  I’ll think a tad harder about this and be back later. Hate it when dad’s right…