Jiggily Poof

My newest, domestic goddess-esque thing I'm excited about is learning to cook.  Not that we only eat frozen pizza and cereal, but I'm not savvy in the kitchen by any stretch of the imagination.  I make a mean spaghetti sauce and kick ass flamin' hot chili, and I can fry up an egg sandwich to die for.  But, when it comes to real, comlete dinners like I want Charlotte to grow up eating with Abram and I, I fall terribly short of proficiency.

So, I've been scouring the internet for recipes that look yummy and also not difficult so that when we get in our house this week I can start whipping things up.  And feeding them to my guinea pig husband.  Luckily, he'll try anything. 

Also, I ran across this website that looks pretty cool.  Once I have a compilation of recipes I might get myself a book.  You know, of recipes I've stolen from other books.  Yes, I am that gangsta. 

In addition to my Betty Crocker-ness I plan on channeling some Christy Brinkley-ness also and make myself into a hot mommy.  Who knows, I might even reallllly channel Christy Brinkley and use the Total Gym to accomplish this.  Eh, probably not.  But I will be getting on the elliptical machine that served as a wonderful coat rack in my old house.  My jiggly-poof must go away.  I REALLY want to be in a bikini this summer.  Is that too unrealistic a goal?  Am I setting myself up for failure?

Ugh, anyhoo....back to work...