One of my favorite Armageddon foods is pasta. Spaghetti and macaroni and cheese are the absolutely cheapest ways to store pasta, but I love the Pasta-Roni mixes so much that they're worth the extra money. Spaghetti routinely sells for 50 cents a pound; Pasta-Roni's best price is 79 cents for a four-ounce package. But the scrumptious factor makes Pasta-Roni worth the extra money. Those powdered cheese packets will last forever, and they're worth it. But one thing I absolutely hate about Pasta-Roni is the way it's packaged: The box is mostly air! Nothing but empty space! I suppose the manufacturers will say it's due to "settling during shipping" but I think it has more to do with fighting for shelf space shoulder-to-shoulder with competitors, as well as trying to trick the consumer into believing you're buying a big bunch of pasta when you're really buying a little handful of it.  At any rate, I refuse to make room in my limited storage space for mostly empty boxes of pasta. So, I open them and consolidate them.

This picture illustrates what you're getting for your money: A fist full of pasta, a cheese packet, and a box that's mostly empty.

This pile represents what's inside five boxes of Pasta-Roni, which all  fit into a single box, meaning the boxes are originally only 20 percent full, and 80 percent empty. The boxes, which normally hold only four ounces of pasta, will hold a pound and a half of  noodles and five cheese packets easily.

The box on the left is stuffed full, allowing me to throw away the four empty boxes on the right, thereby saving my limited and valuable storage space. Wouldn't it be great if American manufacturers didn't waste so many resources?

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In this very pertinent video, it's thoroughly explained that our inability to do math is going to wipe us out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_VpyoAXpA8
I loved this quote from Jerry Young, doomsday prepper: "I'd rather be ready than wrong." See article here


Hail Storm Hell

People wonder why I am so fanatical about storing tarps, lumber, hammers, and nails. It's because three times in the history of my house, there have been catastrophic episodes of window-shattering: in 1935 due to earthquake; in 1982 due to hail storm; and in 1989 due to train wreck. How much time do I really want to spend trying to track down the things I need when my windows break? When I consider that the 1935 quake happened when it was 25 degrees below zero, and the train wreck happened when it was 29 degrees below zero, do I really want to have to wait for hours for the stores to open? And then get in line behind a thousand other people who were also unprepared for broken windows? Or would I prefer to have everything I need on hand so I can just get to the job right away?

True story: Several summers ago, the Montana town of Lewistown was hit by one of those hellacious hail storms. Lewistown is a town of about 6,000 people, and many of the west-facing windows in town shattered in the storm. Lewistown only has one hardware/lumber supply store in town, and they were sold out of their lumber and tarps within moments after the storm passed. Therefore, a long line of Lewistown residents headed to the next town over,  Billings, to get lumber. Even though it's the next town over, it's still more than 100 miles away, meaning a 200 mile round-trip to get lumber. Soon all the lumber yards in Billings were sold out, meaning people had to drive back to Lewistown, and then head out to Great Falls, 100 miles away in the opposite direction. That meant some citizens had to make a journey of over 400 miles just to cover their broken windows.

What if the windows one day shatter due to a nuclear bomb taking out Malmstrom Air Force Base, which controls all of Montana's nukes? What if a radioactive fallout cloud was heading their way? All of the people who had to drive several hundred miles just to cover their windows would be far more likely to suffer and perish than those who already had what they needed on hand.

So that's why I'm fanatical about being able to tarp and board up all of my windows. If you live in hurricane country, tornado alley, or earthquake land-- you should, too.

A couple of really short but wonderful doomsday movies, 11 minutes long and 7 minutes long, respectively:

This is a Zombie love story

and this is a post-Armageddon love story

Why I Do Not Rotate My Food
I am often asked, "Do you rotate your food?" and the answer is, "No" which elicits looks of stunned surprise. "Why on earth not?" they ask. Here's why:

When I first started prepping, my initial goal was to stockpile enough food to keep my husband and myself fed for a year. After I achieved that goal, I started talking to my friends about what I had done, encouraging them to do likewise. "Hell," they all replied, "We don't need to stockpile food, because as soon as things get tough, we're just going to come over to YOUR house, Janet!" This put me under tremendous imaginary pressure, because if I have enough food to feed two people for a year, then I only have enough to feed four people for six months, or six people for three months, etc etc. If I end up having to feed 365 people, then I'm only going to be able to get through two days before being eaten out of house and home by a large collection of unprepared grasshoppers.

There's no easy way of creating a dividing line between the people I'd be willing to feed and those I'm not willing to feed. If I must feed my dear friend Kathleen, then I should also feed her grown son. If I'm feeding her grown son, then I should also feed his girlfriend. If I'm feeding his girlfriend, then I should also feed her mother. If I'm feeding her mother, I'll be asked to feed her neighbor.  Where do you draw the line? How do you say, "Sorry, YOU have to starve"?

As I began to realize just how difficult it is to convince people to start prepping, and just how many people were going to be showing up on my doorstep when SHTF, I also began to realize that my puny one-year stash of food for myself and my husband was just not enough. I therefore began a program of stockpiling the greatest amount of food, in the smallest possible space, for the least amount of money. I am not interested in keeping a moderate amount of food constantly fresh. I am interested in sheltering the greatest amount of food for the longest possible time under the best possible circumstances. Whether Doomsday arrives in a year, or a decade, or half a century, the whole thing will end up being a grand experiment in the effectiveness of modern-day food preservation techniques.

"But what if your food goes bad?" ask the Rotator people. I reply, "When SHTF, first we will eat the fresh food. Next we will eat the stale food. Then we will eat the rotten food. By the time we are finished with the rotten food, we will hope one of three things has happened: either A) the crisis is over; or B) the cavalry has arrived; or C) the first harvest is in.

My oldest foodstuffs were stored in 2004. I regularly break open caches to check their condition, re-pack them, and get them better organized. So far I have only come across a single package of ruined food, and that was ruined by bugs that were inside the package when it was at the factory, as all the bug poop was confined to the inside of the affected package.

Here's an article on bomb shelter supplies which were stored in 1964 still being edible (if not palatable) today. If I can achieve the same thing, then stores I am setting aside today will still be good fifty years from now. Who knows what might transpire in the next five decades? By the year 2060, the earth's population (if it continues to grow at the same rate it is now) will be about 11 billion. The world's supply of petroleum will be gone, or nearly gone. The climate may undergo rapid changes.

By then, I'll either be dead, or very very old. By then, if my crawlspace is still full of food, maybe there will be some starving hordes only too happy to eat some stale rations.

The issue has been broached that perhaps my prepping habit is merely a semi-acceptable disguise for a pathological hoarding compulsion. An interesting theory! Let's take a look at it.

The dictionary definition of a hoarder is: "A person who accumulates things and hides them away for future use."

Under that definition, I am absolutely a hoarder, as I do accumulate food and supplies, and I definitely hide them away, and I totally expect that there will be a future use for those items one day.

But now let's take a look at the definition and symptoms of pathological hoarding:

Definition: Pathological or compulsive hoarding is a specific type of behavior characterized by:

  • acquiring and failing to throw out a large number of items that would appear to have little or no value to others (e.g., papers, notes, flyers, newspapers, clothes)
  • severe cluttering of the person's home so that it is no longer able to function as a viable living space
  • significant distress or impairment of work or social life
Already we're running into trouble trying to fit my square-peg hoarding tendencies into the round-hole of these symptoms.

Do I collect items that appear to have little or no value to others? Hell no! OK, I admit that I now own four (count 'em, FOUR) gas powered electrical generators. I guess that might seem strange to non-preppers. All of them were purchased for less than $100 and all of them are in good working order, so I'm not collecting junky  generators. When I bought the first one, I thought, "Great! Now I can have electricity when SHTF!" When I found the second one, I bought it thinking, "I can use the first generator for my own needs, and hook the second generator up to serve the tenants who rent out the apartments upstairs from me." When I found a third generator (for $25 at a garage sale) I thought, "Hey, I could use another one in order to give it to some needy person, such as someone who will die without their oxygen machine." When I found the fourth one (for $45 at an estate sale), I reasoned, "Now I can have an extra one to sell for enough money to pay me back for all four generators!" So, even though it's unusual to own 4 generators, I'm not collecting things of "little or no value to others". When these generators become valuable, they will be very, very valuable indeed!

The second criteria is severe cluttering of the hoarder's home. This one doesn't fit because I have made a schtick out of hiding all my hoarding, so much so that there is not a single clue any place in my home that I am a stockpiler. I live in a fairly small space; I have seven rooms, two bathrooms, three closets, a small basement, and a crawlspace. I do not have an attic, garage, or shed. I do not own any spare properties. None of the rooms in my home has a suitable set-up to be dedicated to holding supplies. I am not willing to give up ANY of my limited living space to prepping. Therefore, I've made a gimmick out of sticking my hoard where the sun don't shine: under things, behind things, above things, in between things. I have preps in all rooms of my home, but they just don't show. My house is tidy and organized. Therefore, this is strike two, because there is no inordinate clutter anywhere in my home.

The third symptom is impairment or distress in work or social life. This is another "Nope." My friends and co-workers think my prepping habit is a bit odd, but that's the worst that can be said. I have a terrific job that I've held for six years; a tight social circle that's been intact for two decades; and a vigorous marriage of 32 years, all to the same (slightly bewildered) husband.

Here are the questions a psychologist would ask of a compulsive hoarder, along with my answers:

  • Are you able to resist the urge to collect items, even those you know you'll never use? (I'm not just thrifty; I'm ultra-thrifty. I'm not just frugal; I'm uber-frugal. I never buy anything unless I think it will be useful, and I only buy useful things when I can get them dirt cheap. How many cans of soup will I buy when they cost $1.50? None. How many will I buy when they cost $1? Ten or twelve. How many will I buy when I can use coupons to get them for 25 cents each on double coupon day? 50 or so, depending on how many coupons I have!)
  • Do you often avoid throwing things away because it is too upsetting? (Nope! I make regular trips to the donation bin at Goodwill, as well as the dumpster in the alley.)
  • What percentage of your house is unusable because of clutter? (None, not a single square inch; see above.)
  • Are your possessions disorganized? (NO! I am a bit OCD about organization. I have a lot of preps and am compulsive about tracking their location.)
  • How much does the clutter in your home embarrass you? (Not at all. I love showing off my home, having parties, inviting people over. People who visit have no idea I'm a hoarder.)
One final point I'd like to make in defense of my hoarding habit is that I do not know anyone else in my immediate circle of people who is also stockpiling supplies. Therefore, when the food supply finally does reach a bottleneck (for whatever reason), I'll be the go-to person for all the people who previously made fun of me. Because I know they will be coming to my door, and because I know I will not be able to turn them away, I therefore resolve to continue collecting so that there will be enough to go around among my unprepared friends, family, and neighbors. This is therefore a humanitarian effort on my part, and not the result of mental illness.

Hoarder? Yes, I am a hoarder. Pathological hoarder? Nope, not by any stretch of the imagination. So there!


_No Buckets Here

Many preppers store their goods in five-gallon buckets with tight lids. I don't. I prefer to use oversize tin canisters instead, of the sort that holiday popcorn or dog food come in. I don't have anything against five-gallon buckets; if you've got a supply of them, then by all means go ahead and use them. But I'll stick to tin canisters for several reasons.
First of all is the ease of securing a supply. To get a steady supply of food-grade buckets with good lids, you either need to know someone in the restaurant industry who can hand them over to you for free, or you must be willing to pay about five bucks for them at Home Depot or some other hardware store. I don't know anyone in the restaurant industry and have never felt comfortable asking some restaurant manager for his  leftover food buckets. And I'm a budget prepper so paying five bucks for a bucket - when five bucks will also buy me ten pounds of rice - is out of the question.

Tin canisters, by contrast, come to me easily, effortlessly, and cheaply. I find them at thrift shops and garage sales constantly, in a steady reliable stream. People receive holiday popcorn at Christmas, and by New Year's a whole slew of those tins will be on the shelves at the junk shop for 50 cents each. Therefore, I can buy ten tin cans for the price of one plastic bucket.

Another reason I prefer big cans over big buckets is because when a five-gallon bucket is packed full of anything, no matter what it is: candy canes, soap, mashed potatoes, pancake mix, candles, or wheat, that bucket is too heavy for me to lift. Sure, I could ask my husband to haul that 40-pound bucket of dried corn to the crawlspace for me, but my husband is not a prepper and dislikes being saddled with such chores. As much as possible, I try to keep my prepping under his radar anyway, so I endeavor to accomplish all of my prepping chores from start to finish when he's not around to lecture me on what a waste of time this is. I need containers that I can carry around on my own without giving myself a hernia.

Then, too, if bugging-out ever becomes an absolute necessity, I want my supplies stored in containers that a single person can carry on their own, just for the ease of packing up and heading out. I don't want to have to delegate two-person teams to carry every single overloaded bucket.

Tin canisters have tight lids and are resistant to rust and decay if stored in a dry environment. They are sturdy enough to be stacked one atop another all the way to the ceiling. They are mouse-proof, moth-proof, and moisture-proof. After the collapse, they can serve as water containers, toilets, or stoves. They're cheap and readily available.
If you've got a ready supply of buckets, good for you! If you don't -- check out your local thrift shop. I bet you a bucket of powdered milk you'll find what you need there.