This week­end I admit­ted to my par­ents, who frankly, would think I was a bit of a wacko if I ful­ly admit­ted I was a prep­per.  I admit­ted to them that I had about three months worth of food in my apart­ment for any hard times ahead.  They both, sur­pris­ing­ly thought that was smart.   My moth­er can some­times think I am a lit­tle off the wall.

We also talked about the elec­tion, pos­i­tives and neg­a­tives of the can­di­dates, and were spec­u­lat­ing on the future.  For the first time, my moth­er admit­ted that she did­n’t like either the demo­c­ra­t­ic or the repub­li­can can­di­dates.  I had to agree.  I have been fol­low­ing my home states polit­i­cal race for some time.  Every­one seems full of crap.  The repub­li­can can­di­dates want to just stop every­thing that the democ­rats want to do, and no once seems to have a sol­id plan.  I have come to the con­clu­sion that no polit­i­cal can­di­date ever has a plan.  They have an idea, and whether or not that idea is good for the peo­ple, they just want to push that idea ini­tia­tive through.

I digress.  My point here, is that for the first time, my par­ents thought it was a good idea to keep addi­tion­al food on hand for any major or minor issues going for­ward.  The first pos­i­tive step in help­ing them under­stand who I am today.