Author: Superpaige (Page 166 of 180)

I attended our Stake’s preparedness fair today for about an hour and a half, and I can say with a resounding NO, that I am not prepared. I went to the class on alternate sources of heat for cooking and heating the home with no electicity. We basically don’t have a way to heat our home in the case of a power outage, as we discovered about a month ago when we woke up to a cold house and no clocks. The power was out for about 6 hours, but it felt like longer.

The coolest thing I learned was how to make an emergency heat source out of a roll of toilet paper, a quart size paint can (new), and alcohol. There’s instructions here if you are curious. They were selling the cans, tp and alcohol there, but I just bought some cans and we’re going to make one or two in FHE this week. Fun! If you don’t put the alcohol in until you need it, it will keep the can from rusting and getting gross, so you can just keep the bottle of alcohol by the can. I’m sure the pyros (boys) in our family will love it!

After our little checking of our 72 hour kits this week, I realized that we need to redo those things, too. Nothing with weevels would be a good start. Plus, I don’t know if the garage is the best place to keep them. Although convenient, it has such temperature extremes that all our snacks melted and cooked. I guess that’s why they tell you to restock those things every year.

So, I’d rather just keep hoping that if “the big one” comes, we’ll just all be killed instantly, because it would really just be easier.

And on an unrelated note, here’s a picture of the paint color in the laundry room, just in case you cared.

I hosted a good Book Club last night, although I don’t know why I’m mentioning it, since exactly 1/2 of the people who read my blog were there, so they already know it was fun. Today my house is clean and I just about don’t know what to do with myself–except go to Costco.

I just finished a book by Sue Monk Kidd, who you may remember wrote
the Secret Life of Bees. This book is called The Mermaid Chair. I would recommend it. It’s about a woman who returns to her home on a tiny island to help her mother, but in reality is escaping from her life with her husband. She discribes her life as “molded to the smallest space possible”. Thinking about that phrase is interesting. Do we all have something that makes us feel alive, so that we’re not just living the smallest life possible. Do we challenge ourselves and take risks? Do we have moments that take our breaths away? If not, maybe you need to examine your live, find out who you really are and be true to yourself. This woman in the book decides not to return to her home and husband, has an affair with a priest, of all things, and “finds herself”. I believe you can find yourself without such drastic measures, butt it’s an interesting look at life–especially the life of a housewife, like myself.

Anyway, it’s a well written book, and I enjoyed it. Too bad I didn’t read it a few months ago, then I could have had a good pick for Book Club.

In other news, I just got pictures from my birthday posted. Here’s a picture of my new fridge! and you can see the rest of the birthday pictures if you click here .

Peace, out. I’ve got to go and help Megan find something acceptable to wear to school for her “4th grade arts and literature program”. The teacher wants them to wear Sunday dress, which would be a dress or a skirt, which she finds abhorant. I’ve got to work on that kid.

Not every bozo with a brush and a roller can call themselves a painter. It takes some skills. Skills I obviously don’t possess. I’ve spent the weekend painting my laundry room, and I must say I’m not all that great at it. It’s not the greatest finish in the world–that’s why we start with the laundry room (who goes in there but me, anyway?). I let the kids have a go at it today, and they thought it was great fun. When my hubby gets back with the camera, I’ll take pictures.