Who am I?

So, I don't know if I am becoming Holly Homemaker or Deena Doomsday.

I went to the farmers market this week. I bought a lot of food. It was really cheap.

I came home and started dehydrating onions, 6 of them to be exact. I chopped the other 7 and froze them in food-saver bags. I sliced 12 kiwis and froze them, too. They'll make good smoothies. I froze 2 pounds of strawberries. They make good smoothies, too. I dehydrated a bunch of broccoli. They'll be good in soup. I bought a couple chili peppers, just so I could dry the seed for the next growing season; they make good enchilada sauce.

Maybe it's just the nice, cool weather that has brought this on.

Maybe somewhere deep inside I know Ryan will get accepted to dental school for this next school year and we'll be broker (is that even a word?) than I ever thought possible and we'll have to actually eat our food storage.

I have been trying really hard to get my year-supply complete and usable. Maybe I need a 4 year supply to help us get through dental school.

I keep seeing things in the store and think, "Oh, I can freeze/bottle/dehydrate/store that. I'll buy a ton of it and do it."

Am I just learning to be more frugal or am I just going crazy, like I thought all along?

I THOUGHT I was having a good day!

My nephew came over a little later than usual (ok, 3 hours later) and he actually seemed to play nice. Maybe he got enough sleep last night. I haven't had to tell him to stop doing anything the entire morning. I thought to myself, "Wow, this is a great day!" Then I went to make lunch for everyone. I got Andrew's, Ethan's, Jayke's and asked Kate what she wanted. Cheese sandwich. Ok, I can do that. Get the stuff out, put it on a plate, put it in the microwave for 18 seconds, give it to her. I go back to cutting broccoli so I can dehydrate it. After a minute or so, I tune in to Kate, (who has been mumbling to me for a while, but I wasn't listening) and realize that she is saying, "cheese, cheese, cheese". I look at her and she is holding her top piece of bread up and looking at the middle of her sandwich with a very confused look on her face. I just LAUGHED at myself. I had made her sandwich completely, even melting the cheese, without ever putting the cheese on her bread! At least I got a good laugh out of it. They say that laughing is good for your health, you know. Maybe I'm a little healthier today.