Food Storage. {and such}

Wow, is this really what it has come to?
A post a WEEK?
Boo to that.

I never thought I'd need to make a goal to BLOG more often...but I might have to do just that. Between prepping a new TV segment, helping the hubs finish the basement, and sleeping for very short, and very few 2 hour hour increments and trying to maintain a livable home environment... I guess I just haven't been able to eek out the spare time needed to write and think {and not particularly in that order}.

So, I said that the food storage post was a post all it's own... and boy is it ever.

Where to start...
Okay, I know where to start.

I like watching my kids eat.
It's cute.
And comforting.
And often funny.
And I just like it.

And the other day, I was thinking...

thinking that our economy is going to pot...
thinking that there are a lot of scary Hitler-esque wanna be's out there who don't like the U.S.
thinking that they have some pretty freaky weapons that they might send our way...
thinking that some of the biological warfare stuff just might have a zombie virus in it
{hey, it could happen}

All of the "paranoid government/world relations" stuff aside, I was also thinking that
My spouse, beloved offspring, and I are living on a gigantic fault line...
one that was set to go all sorts of nutty AWHILE ago...
{translation: it could go all sorts of nutty anytime now.}
Now, one might argue that I will be smashed by my house
{wicked witch of the west style}
in said earthquake, and that a year's supply of food storage won't do me any good.

And to you I say,
"You may very well be right."
BUT
In the event that I DO, in fact, live to fight another day...
I would like to do so with food in my belly and mayhaps even some deodorant too,
thankyouverrrrymuch.

And while I'm not going to live my life in fear from here on out,
I sure as heck think it would be prudent to pull together a year's supply of food storage.
{at the VERY least}

All of the "Utah is on a gigantic fault line" and "biological-warfare-zombie-virus" stuff aside,
I am a Mormon.
And food storage is just something we do.
Our prophets and apostles tell us to do it.
And they tend to be right about these sorts of things.
So I am thinking "Hey, why not?"

But that's not all I'm thinking...

I'm thinking:
If the zombie virus makes people all crazy, and society goes haywire,
and I can't go to the grocery store...
I want to hide in my basement,
burn piles of firewood,
snuggle,
sing songs,
and WATCH MY KIDS EAT.

Cause you know what would be the WORST thing in the world?

...No, not being tied to a chair and forced to watch back to back episodes of "The Tyra Show"
{but close}

It would be.... watching my kids NOT eat!

I'm their mom.

It's my job to make sure that my kids can eat...even if Utah County becomes the new zombieland...that's no excuse for letting my little dudes go hungry. {and no, I'm not saying zombie-hungry, I am saying -we have miraculously escaped the virus and are hiding in our basement without food -hungry}

Oh yes... not even then.

Do I sound nuts yet?
{Okay, for the record, I am kidding about the zombie virus...that would be kinda crazy though, right?}

Well hold on, cause here we go...

*I am also getting butane and propane camping stoves so we can cook indoors.
*We are also going to get a TON of fire wood for our wood burning stove, because our furnace won't work.
*I am also getting sub zero sleeping bags so that we can use them if we run out of firewood and can't go out to the mountains to get any {you know... because of the zombies...}
*I am also stockpiling freeze-dried, heirloom seeds of every kind so that we can grow our own food for years to come...

And now I want my own backyard chickens because I think they would provide delicious, protein-y fresh eggs in a time of much wheat eating.

I also made the hubs order red chili powder paint balls to use against dangerous looters {who wanna hurt my family or steal our chickens}because, while I don't want to have real guns in the house... I don't mind shooting mean people in the face with 15 chili balls per second.

Nope, don't mind that at all.

And, for the record, if nice, hungry people came to our house and knocked on our door and said "Hi, we are hungry." we would SO feed them. They could even move in with us. We would be nice to them, and share all we had. Because, once again, we are Mormons, and that's just how we roll.

And as for the zombies?
Well, Mormons don't have any rules about being nice to zombies...
So I would probably chili-paint-ball 'em in the face.