LoudmouthMormon
11-09-2011, 02:04 PM
So, my wife has always tolerated my preparadness efforts as they've been growing and evolving over the last decade. Very supportive, she'd smile quietly and say something like "I'm glad you're having a good time" as I'd come home loaded from the cannery, or install the gun safe, or assemble emergency bags, etc. She was never overlyzealous for or against any of it, just quietly supportive, and appreciative when something worked to our benefit.
But in the last month or two, she has:
* Teamed up with the neighbors to butcher their chickens (my wife brought the cleaver and did most of the killing)
* Kicked me until I organized a neighborhood bunny shoot, then cleaned and preserved the 5 rabbits neighbors and I bagged.
* Tanned the hides and is currently doing things with them.
* Set a snare which caught a rabbit in under a day, which she shot and cleaned herself, teaching our girls along the way.
I had heard that she used to visit her redneck relatives in Vernal when she was a kid, and helped them around their ranch. It certainly stuck. It's like those relatives gave her some post-hypnotic suggestion saying "25 years from now, you'll become one of us overnight."
Such a pleasant surprise. It looks like I'm on the hook for figuring out how to get some fencing and whatnot in place, so she can start putting some of our land to productive use and filling up the deepfreeze with home-produced meat.
In the last two months, I've been unseated as "coolest preparadness spouse". Long live the new queen!
But in the last month or two, she has:
* Teamed up with the neighbors to butcher their chickens (my wife brought the cleaver and did most of the killing)
* Kicked me until I organized a neighborhood bunny shoot, then cleaned and preserved the 5 rabbits neighbors and I bagged.
* Tanned the hides and is currently doing things with them.
* Set a snare which caught a rabbit in under a day, which she shot and cleaned herself, teaching our girls along the way.
I had heard that she used to visit her redneck relatives in Vernal when she was a kid, and helped them around their ranch. It certainly stuck. It's like those relatives gave her some post-hypnotic suggestion saying "25 years from now, you'll become one of us overnight."
Such a pleasant surprise. It looks like I'm on the hook for figuring out how to get some fencing and whatnot in place, so she can start putting some of our land to productive use and filling up the deepfreeze with home-produced meat.
In the last two months, I've been unseated as "coolest preparadness spouse". Long live the new queen!