Okay, so I haven’t written too many posts about my parents, mostly cause my mom reads my blog, but this story I just have to tell. First, let me say that my parents are very prepared people. For EVERYTHING. Almost too prepared if you know what I mean. Let me give you some examples.
Whenever there is a major natural disaster, terrorist attack or there is lots of inflation talk, my parents get on the ready. They want to be prepared for anything that could possibly happen no matter how remote the chance of it happening is. After 9/11 they purchased gas masks and MRE’s for the whole family – as well as hand guns for themselves. That is just one example of their mindset.
Here’s another. Do you remember the huge earthquake that hit San Francisco in 1989? Well we lived in a suburb of Seattle at the time and since Seattle hasn’t had a big earthquake since the sixties the news of this natural disaster got my parents all in a tizzy. So much so, they came up with an earthquake emergency preparedness kit.
This was no ordinary earthquake kit either. My parents packed tons and tons of stuff into their 1973 Mercury Colony Park Station Wagon – wood paneling and all – that was on the side 
of our house. Seriously, this was our Oh S**t kit!
It was filled with first aid supplies, water, canned goods, freeze dried food, clothes, blankets and even chocolate covered espresso beans. Cause you never know when you are going to need those in an emergency right? It was hilarious. I made a point of showing the car to all my friends when they came over because they really had to see it to believe it.
We had that station wagon on the side of our house waiting for the inevitable earthquake that never came for three or four years. Finally my parents came to their senses and realized that an old station wagon from the seventies probably wasn’t the best the food storage option. The canned goods were all rusty and everything ended up getting tossed in the garbage.
Thank goodness they cleared it out just in time for me use “The Beast”, our family nickname for the car, on occasion to drive to school. The car was old but it sailed down the road like a dream and it had TEN seatbelts! It was a party every time I drove it. I was even able to give a cute boy from my class a ride in it because lucky for him I had the extra room. I had no idea back then that the cute boy that crammed in with all my friends would one day become my husband. I have to give thanks to “The Beast” for an unforgettable ride home.
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