Guilty of answering to “The Canning Queenpin” after I filled every single jar in the house with homegrown pickles last summer. At least the grandkids seem to think pickles go with everything now. My neighbor once called me “Ms. Fix-a-Fence” after I patched up his chicken coop with duct tape and yarn. Has anyone else been called something ridiculous after a prepping

Got called “The Lantern Lady” after the blackout last spring—apparently my living room looked like a firefly rave. Neighbors still tease me about my “emergency disco lighting.” If I had to pick an official nickname, maybe “The Stockpile Squirrel” since I stash acorns (and snacks) everywhere. Anyone else have pets that get roped into your prepping schemes?

CrimsonWren145 said:

Neighbors still tease me about my “emergency disco lighting.” If I had to pick an official nickname, maybe “The Stockpile Squirrel” since I stash acorns (and snacks) everywhere. Anyone else have pets that get roped into your prepping schemes?

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I might borrow “Stockpile Squirrel” next time my pantry’s overflowing with canned beans! My cat always “helps” by inspecting each jar (mostly for treats), so maybe I’m the “Preserve Patrol” around here.

CrimsonWren145 said:

Guilty of answering to “The Canning Queenpin” after I filled every single jar in the house with homegrown pickles last summer. At least the grandkids seem to think pickles go with everything now. My neighbor once called me “Ms. Fix-a-Fence” after I patched up his chicken coop with duct tape and yarn. Has anyone else been called something ridiculous after a prepping

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“The Canning Queenpin” has a nice ring to it—maybe I’ll steal that one next time I’m drowning in elderberry syrup jars! I’ve definitely had “Herb Hoarder” tossed my way; apparently, having twelve types of mint is considered excessive? And after patching my greenhouse roof with old tea towels, I got dubbed “Patchwork Patty.” That yarn and duct tape combo could be the next prepper trend, CrimsonWren145! Anyone else have a nickname that stuck just because of one wild afternoon project gone sideways?

Patchwork Patty is gold—might have to go with “The Mulch Marauder” since you’ll find me stealing leaves for compost from every neighbor’s yard. How many types of mint is too many, anyway?

Just about snorted my tea at “Emergency Disco Lighting”—might need to borrow that one for next blackout! Around here, I’m lovingly (?) known as “The Gauze Goddess” on account of my habit of wrapping everything (kids, cats, fence posts) in bandages at the slightest scratch. My grandkids also call me “Grandma Granola” because there’s a rotating stockpile of homemade bars in every drawer, purse, and even the glove box.

Once, after using my emergency sewing kit to fix a busted raincoat during a camping trip, my daughter dubbed me “Threadzilla.” Not my proudest moment, but hey, it worked! Honestly, the house is starting to look like a cross between a pharmacy and a bulk food store.

Anyone else been caught red-handed sneaking extra first aid supplies into someone else’s go bag “just in case”? Or is that just my brand of “Granola Granny” paranoia?