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...
You're killing me here Pioneer Woman....seriously...it's just cruel at this point.
I cannot read your site anymore while at my desk digesting my measly decimal point sized Healthy Choice pot roast.
I had an almost perfect weekend. The weather was amazing and my baby was happy and adorable and my husband was sweet and patient -- I couldn't ask for more. And yet, I will. I want to be in my house. Not the 7th ring of hell, aka my apartment.
However, the weekend was wonderful. We took Charlotte and the dogs to the beach for the first time. We stopped on the way to get chili-cheese dogs and munched down on them in the car. Then baby, mommy, daddy and dogs tromped on down into the sand and relaxed for a bit. Charlotte just loved the wind blowing all over her and couldn't figure out the sand between her toes.
Then we went shopping and then over to Mom's to relax and have dinner. It was just...nice to not be stressed. To have a happy baby and a great husband....it almost started to feel like everything was going to work out.