Fundraiser Follow-Up

In the commotion of other events, we almost nearly forgot to do a follow-up on the fundraiser. We covered the lovely painting and showcased some of the dance moves that were dug up from their burial plot deep in the 80's, but we never focused much on the individuals.

As for the winners... well, let us take a moment to highlight these success stories.

Winners:

Spinach: Jess. Of all the winners, she was likely the most excited. It was expected, though, seeing that one serving of spinach contains 145 mcg of Vitamin K. At the time, we suspected there was some type of relationship developing between Jess and our beloved Jordan. It was never disclosed, but we recently stumbled upon this picture, taken from the neighborhood neighbor watcher watch system.

Carrots & Tomato: Ryan. About a week before the demise of the garden, I sent a text message to this lucky man, whose fortune had brought him a double dose of winnings. The text message went as follows: "Dearest Lucky Winner, your tomatoes are ripe and the carrots are ready for the digging."

The immediate response back was "Oh my gosh! I completely forgot! That makes my [year]". The time period may or may not have been changed. Moving on...

JNCO Jean Shorts: For the sake of all those who may be watching, I will not post any pictures of the lucky winner, Mr. D. West, in his new JNCOs. That being said, I have had a small desk come up missing from my house lately, and I have a hunch that it could be hidden somewhere in those deep pockets. As fate has it, we will likely never know.

Lettuce: Now the winner of our lettuce was Ms. Brown in Oregon. Yes, we did have some donations from afar, and by no means were they disqualified from the winnings. Here is a short video of the prize delivery.

And accompanying picture of its receipt

Sprinkler World Paraphernalia: I had long since forgotten who won these prized possessions, until today, when my boss walked in in full Sprinkler World garb. Bless his heart.

A Date with Kory: This may have been the only time Kory, our "other" roommate actually participated in the garden. As for the date, I never knew if anything came of it. Wait, what's that sound? Sounds like bells, lots and lots of bells.

And what about the after-paint funds? As I recall, we were supposed to deliver them to the local food bank. And as I recall, we did.

Working ON trying to become the ultimate...

Tyler prepping the grill WITHIN the garden so that he can work ON trying to become the ultimate grill-meister AT the source of the food.

We sense that a number of questions have arisen due to this photo. Let us delve into a few with an in-depth analysis.

Q: I don't see any flames, or gas for that matter.

A:You are correct. As noted, Tyler is working on trying to become the ultimate grill-meister. He has not as yet perfected it. Give him a break. Geez.

Q: Is that hat really necessary to grill?

A: Just as Samson had his hair, so Tyler has his hat. It is a mullet in hat form, and hence gives him all manlike powers. Don't even try to seduce him to remove it. He's been growing it far too long.

Q: That apron looks quite feminine. Seems like a grill-meister would have something more manly.

A: No rebuttal.

Q: Are those Great Value beef patties?

A: Yes, and I'll have you know they were a rollback.

Q: Who is peaking out of the window?

A: I swear we've been over this neighborhood watch thing a thousand times.

Q: Was this really necessary?

A: uhhh... The end. Thank you for reading this post.

Working IT IN the Garden

This picture seems quite natural, but the truth is, none of us ever worked IT IN the garden.

In fact, we found this individual (Handsome Rob) working IT IN the garden when we were presumed to be away.

It was after incidences such as this that we decided to set up the neighborhood watch system. We couldn't have people working IT IN our garden any more, unless it was us.

Here is a picture we captured just after installing the neighborhood watch system. It appears to be a picture of Handsome Rob at it again with Dave's girlfr... uh, um, er... shoot. Sorry Dave.

Working OUT IN the Garden

As college students, we were always keen on working on our fitness. We are firm believers in the old mantra "If you build it, she will come".

It just seemed logical to work OUT IN the garden. By doing so, we could often both use and consume calories at the same time. It's all about the multitasking when you're in college.

Working IN the Garden

Dave working IN the garden

He's hard at work, even during the torrential watering season.

Research suggests that a workplace with natural light and plants can increase productivity by up to 28%.

Research also suggests that mustached garden pirates make excellent bosses (lack of a mustache decreases the rating to "above average").

Working ON the Garden

Tyler working ON the garden.

Fortunately, this only happened every few days. Once the corn was screwed back in (Lock-tite applied), his work was complete for the night.

Working The Garden

Over the last week or so, we have received a number of requests. The most common is as follows: "I know you have posted plenty of pictures of the garden, different vegetables, and whatnot, but we would like to see a few more pictures of you working the garden."

We have tried diligently to figure out exactly what is meant by "working the garden". Our white boards are filled with calculations and our notebooks, once white, are now a solid shade of charcoal. And yet we remain entirely baffled. See, it seems that as children, we were raised up in a different world, yea, even one of prepositions. Therefore, we are able only to respond in a way that fits both our understanding and our upbringing.

Therefore, over the next couple weeks, we will be displaying pictures taken over the course of the summer with us 'working [preposition added] the garden'.

Today, we will showcase our most typical - Dave working IN the garden.

Truly a sight to behold.

Watch out World

The storm has passed, the winds have blown over, and the cleanup is complete. It would seem as if life has returned to normal.

But honestly, we're not normal, nor are our lives. For most situations, I equate normal with boring, and life's too short to be boring. Sometimes you have to walk sideways when everyone else walks forward. Chances are, you'll see things they won't see, do things they won't do, and have experiences that they can only dream of.

Most people I know wouldn't fight to save a parking lot garden- but we did. We held our position and refused to back down.

Some say it was pride, others claim sheer madness. I say a little of both. Whether we are truly crazy or not, one thing is for sure: that fire that began to burn will not go out. We'll stand for the principles for which we believe, no matter the situation or application.

Watch out world, Don't Tread on Me!