1. Who was at your front door?
So I was going to blog about how I never lock my door but the Hubby DVR'd the show
Doomsday Preppers and we watched a couple of episodes last night and needless to say I was too distracted by the crazy. Is anyone else watching this show? If not let me explain. Nat Geo found a bunch of
whack jobs survival enthusiasts who felt they were prepared for the end of the world but wanted NGC to evaluate their preparedness. It got us to thinking about what we would do in the case of an emergency.
And we're pretty sure that we're toast. Now that certainly didn't keep us from ridiculing all of the uber paranoid freaks that were featured on the show. We also sat in awe of the "foodie survivalist" who said that if your rubbed mineral oil on the shells of eggs you can keep them from spoiling for up to NINE MONTHS?!? Without refrigeration!?! Really? I would really like to know if that is true... and safe.
We are not prepared. Do we have three days worth of food and water stashed in case of an emergency. No. Right now I don't think we are going to make it through tomorrow because I haven't gone to the grocery store in a couple of days. (Who really wants to drag three
hyperactive demons small children through the grocery store? Not me.) Do we have an alternate fuel source to heat our home and cook our stashed food. That would be no. Do we have weapons to defend ourselves and home. Well.... Ok that one we have covered. The Hubby hunts remember? We have an arsenal on hand.
Remember that fact before you try breaking into our house! Buckshot might not kill you but believe me, it'll hurt so much you'll wish you were dead.
So as we sat around
laughing our asses off pondering our lack of preparedness I remembered that I have a relative that probably should be featured on this show. He's armed (like scary armed). He's trained (former Marines). And he's got the food, water... chickens--it's all covered. He talks about the "breakdown" of the economy, communications, and civilization like it's a perfectly normal conversation to be having with someone. He's always dropping by our house, knocking on our door, excited about his newest acquisition. Whether it's a rifle, a survival kit, a painting, or an heirloom seed packet we know exactly where the conversation will turn. And when he leaves we shake our heads, chuckle and wait for the next time the door bell rings.
And Aunt C--If you are reading this PLEASE don't tell Uncle J about this post! I mean we're going to need someplace to go when the world comes to the end.
Peace out!
And as always (on Thursdays) this post was inspired by Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writing Workshop.
