My name is Danielle.
I am a Hoarder.
More specifically, I'm a food hoarder.
About a year ago, I decided to try couponing. Not "normal" couponing, but more of the "extreme" variety (wouldn't it be funny if by extreme I meant a timed grocery shopping expedition in which you had a Hunger Games style fight to see who could get the deals first and save the most at the end? Actually, it's almost like that, just grab a shopping cart for your weapon and battle on! This would be more entertaining if I was actually joking. Ask my husband...my style of grocery shopping is brutal.) It was very difficult and time consuming at first. Then I started to get the hang of it. I became better and better, which brought in more food in large quantities. (Woo-hoo on saving money!)
Then I needed more storage.
My husband created a pantry for me out of the playroom closet. That became very full, very fast. (Yes, I am showing you all my food. I like marshmallows...leave me alone.)
He built me a 5 tiered shelf in the basement. Which is now very full as well. (Woo-hoo on making my husband roll his eyes at me when I filled the entire shelf with 1 shopping trip.)
(And yes, I know I have wood paneling in my basement, but it's not as if I put it there! But it is hiding the homes of several species of centipedes so it can stay...for now.)
I have more food and supplies than most people need in a year. Why?
Because I'm obsessed. I have a problem. I LOVE saving money and if I have to buy lots of something in order to do that...well, get me more room! I can't stop buying food...lots of food. (Sometimes I want to giggle and roll in all the cereal I have, but I can't stand the thought of crushing my Cocoa Puffs.)
But, guess who's house you'll want to come to when the Zombies attack or your grocery store blows up? (I don't know why the grocery store blows up, but I'm having a hard time coming up with some good reasons here...just go with it.)
That's right. Mine. (We can live off my pasta, cereal and loaves of bread. I'm a lover of all things starchy.)
Ok, so I have more deodorant than I may need for a few years, but at least you know we won't smell bad here. (I even donated a TON for the Stamp Out Hunger, so take it easy. I have about 10 bags full of food that poor mailman, in his tiny mail truck, will have to load up.)
I believe I inherited this "disease" through my parents. My parents are appliance hoarders (Mom, Dad...I love you. Please don't kill me for this). Every new appliance that comes out is a "must have". They buy it, break it and store it. Many appliances have met an untimely death at the hands of my Dad. (I was really looking forward to those mini donuts!)
You just never know...right? I have to take a month off of my shopping so my husband doesn't start getting all shouty at me for buying too much and not having any more room.
But I NEED more bottles of chocolate syrup for my coffee...