I wish I knew how to cook. I've tried but I screw almost EVERYthing up. I'm starting to think recipes are like sheet music. If you sing or play just what's on the page, its missing something. The notes and rhythms and dynamics are not what make it art. My friends that cook well keep telling me that all I need to do is "follow the recipe" but when I cook w/ them, they do NOT "follow the recipe". They add stuff and make up their own measurements. argh
I don't think I'll make a very good housewife. Dustin is a better cook, cleaner, and organizer than I am... which is nice b/c I know he'll help me. But I still feel like less of a "wife". I can't even decorate. Just thinking about walking into a store w/ home decor makes me nervous. Too many choices.
I do, however, think I'll be a very good mother. Someday. I want to do adopt more than I want to "produce" my own. I've always wanted five kids. I've picked out names for four of them. :) Guess we'll see how far I get. P.S. oh my gosh there is a woman on the news that is a single mother and about to have 14 children by artificial insemination! ARE you kidding me
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