1 year old ~ 1000 followers ~$1000

1 year old ~ 1000 followers ~$1000

Milestones Rock. I’m always super humbled whenever I hit a milestone. I started this blog a little over a year ago, on June 16. Since then, I’ve migrated over to a .com from .blogspot, figured out some sort of schedule, and for the most part, found a groove that works for me. Summer schedule with two little boys has definitely forced a bit of creativity on me when it comes to posting, and I’ve been a bit lax about it – – I’d just rather be outside watching them smash chalk to smithereens on my patio than sit behind a computer — thanks for hanging in there with me. Survival prep is a funny thing. We scramble and save and prepare for something in the hopes we’ll never ever have to use it. Well, I do anyway, there are some people who can’t wait to say, “See, I told you this country was headed for the shitter.” I’d rather live today to the fullest, not having any idea what’s coming, or if all the premonitions, or conspiracy theories, or prophesies will ever come true. I’d rather live to 112 and look back with glee knowing I outlived my wheat. AND I’d rather have a storage of money and food on hand….just in case. Thanks for giving me a place to spout my own personal version of nonesense, and for hanging in there with me to find the gems amid the rambling. I hope you get as much out of this as I do. Appreciate ya! Jen Wanna win $1000? I’m part of Simply Stacie’s Boost Your Buzz $1000 Summer...

Won’t You Be My Neighbor (Part 2)

How important is having (being) good neighbors? Image: anankkml / FreeDigitalPhotos.net Yesterday, I told you about my neighbors. Thanks for humoring what seemed like a pointless ramble about religion, but I really did have a survival point, too. Some days I let my thoughts wander to a 40 acre plot high in the mountain somewhere, outfitted with a cabin, mountain stream, and solar power. A secluded place I could be a hermit, write my stories and never have to speak to a soul beyond my family, other than my agent and editor. But the reality of that existence is lonely. Especially on the other side of TEOTWAWKI or a disaster like Japan is currently experiencing. Even if I can get my food storage stacked to the ceiling, my water bottles filled to capacity, my greenhouse built, I’m missing a lot of pieces critical to my family’s survival: A mechanic Lumber for my stove A doctor A teacher for my little kids A baker without my yeast issues A seamstress All those people don’t live in my circle, but I’m making the effort to find out where they do live in my neighborhood, introduce myself, and be a good neighbor now, before I need them. The neighbors who do live next door will become family as I rely on them for help, encouragement, entertainment, and when they need to borrow a cup of sugar. I got lucky. With all the survival planning going on in my house of late, I’d seriously consider moving if I had lousy neighbors ~ especially if I thought it was someone who wasn’t in to...

Won’t You Be My Neighbors (Part 1)

I live on a cul-de-sac. Our house sits dead-center. My backyard neighbors 6 yards, I can see 14 houses. It’s impossible for me to be a hermit. Though we spend the majority of our time in the backyard, it’s the neighbors in the circle we have relationships with. We have nothing in common. Their kids are older than ours. We don’t go to their church. They’re younger. We camp every weekend. We snowmobile. They have bigger families. I work. There’s no where I’d rather live. We’re friends because we’re accepting of our differences. Not tolerant. Tolerant is: I allow you to exist, but I don’t agree with you. I’m still right, you’re wrong. We agree to disagree.Acceptance is: I honor our differences. We can’t all be the same. I value the perspective you bring to situations because of your uniqueness. You being right doesn’t make me wrong. I’m the first to admit it was a tough paradigm shift. I’m a big lover of being right. I got to unload a lot of stress when I realized we can all be right. Especially when it comes to religion. There is no wrong. Can’t be. We all get to be right when it comes to religion. Why does all this matter? Stick around for Part 2, coming up tomorrow….(Part 2) 40 acres v. 40 Neighbors Wickers Thermal Underwear – as seen on the History Channel’s ‘Modern Marvels’ Share...