You know your an organic freak when...

Ha, my buddy said the same thing when he bought his big ass v10 .

 

...you have a small maze of worm bins set up in your spare room.

 

You stand by a seperate trash barrel at the company cookout to make sure not one lobster shell goes into the wrong barrel and then after the lobster carcasses sit in the sun stinking to high heaven for 4 days you put them in your car for the 4 hour drive home with your head out the window trying not to gag - all in the name of compost...

J

 

You're happy to go rent a brush hog and spend all day using it just so you can spend another day raking up the mulch for compost. 

 

You *start* eating shellfish for the same reasons jerry stalks cookouts.

 

When you buy extra worm castings, so you can get a 50 lb. sac of rice hulls home easily on your motorcycle.

 

You guys are whacked!

cra·zy (krz)
adj. cra·zi·er, cra·zi·est
1. Affected with madness; insane.
2. Informal Departing from proportion or moderation, especially:
a. Possessed by enthusiasm or excitement: The crowd at the game went crazy.
b. Immoderately fond; infatuated: was crazy about boys.
c. Intensely involved or preoccupied: is crazy about cars and racing.
d. Foolish or impractical; senseless: a crazy scheme for making quick money.
n. pl. cra·zies
One who is or appears insane: "To them she is not a brusque crazy, but 'appropriately passionate'" (Mary McGrory).
Example: "the Grasscity organic gardeners are crazy"
To an exceeding degree: They were running around like crazy.
crazi·ly adv.
crazi·ness n.

J

 

On the edge of a winding mountain highway.

 

..... you collect wood chips and leaves from the curb. 

 

When you walk around looking at native plants and wonder what properties they hold and how can you harness them.

When you ambush the landscapers for their trash.

 

When you're willing to put up with the smell of a rotting FPE stink on your skin from a backsplash because you're thinking, meh... ain't that bad. Oh wait! That's a different kind of mental illness...

How about when you're walking through the woods and you see some scat pellets, you pause and take the time to poke at 'em with a stick to see if there's any hair in 'em, and then it occurs to you; WTF! I'll just bag 'em and sort it out later at da crib.

 

When you've considered collecting road apples in Amish country!  Or you search for a worm farmer who will barter.

 

When you utilize your storage space under the kitchen sink for compost worms and black leaf mold compost.

God I have such a cool girlfriend... can't believe the shit she puts up with.

 

under finger nails always black with soil & compost.

 

"Please, don't mind the fishy smell. I have some tea brewing in the kitchen."