Domestication

What is happening to me?

I have never been the domestic type in my entire life even though I knew that one day the skills would come in handy. As most of you know, I have unofficially moved into Big's home with him and Tucker and while this is what every girl dreams of, especially me, it has been interesting on so many fronts. Big is a man that takes his time when it comes to decision making. He chews on something until it is mushy, and without flavor until he feels that he has worked out all the details in his head so that he can make the best choice possible. It took him a year and a half to introduce me to his friends and even longer to allow me to meet his family and don't get me started on letting me be alone in his house.

Now that I have a garage door opener, not a key yet, I am coming a going constantly just like it was my own home. Yay! The house looked like a cave or maybe bachelor's pad is a better label until I began to slowly make some changes. It is steadily beginning to resemble a home.

This past weekend we got a dresser and I can not tell you guys how in need of one we were. As I watched him say ugly words while gradually putting it together and then even more frustrating re-connecting all the electronics as I tried to watch television, I realized that he was and is doing all of this changing for me. I never thought this happiness would be mine for the taking. After the dresser was assembled and placed perfectly in the bedroom, I began to fold clothes and put them into it but I was unaware of where Big went. Little did I know, he had secretly gone into the master bathroom and was cleaning out a walk-in closet. Ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived. I now have my very own closet at Big's house. I quickly started to load it down so that he couldn't change his mind. He seems pretty darn pleased with himself these days because he is making more and more decisions. We are very far from marriage and children, but for now I am so happy that I have my very own closet.

Now, that all sounded pretty darn domestic didn't it. Part of me wonders why decorating excites me much more than that feeling that going out and dancing used to give me. Both of us are just happy to be on the couch watching a football game. You guys heard me right, football. The only thing that plagues me is cooking. I do not cook. Seriously, I have to call my mother to make tuna salad. I mean, hello, how easy is that right? My brand, spanking new co-worker Becca suggested that I should do a recipe a week on this blog. You know, to make an attempt at getting over my anxiety with the kitchen. I even considered decorating it next so that it is much more presentable and homey so that I am more motivated to be in it. I am not sure where to begin.

I have a bad of chicken breasts at home in the freezer right now that I need a plan for. Any ideas?

Last night the Millican family got together to celebrate Priscilla's arrival for a visit with Dee Dee. It was hilarious and quite fun. Big made the comment on the way home that fun in my family is a bit different than fun in his family. I sure hope that was meant in a good way. We had drinks and junk food for the entire night which was a mistake this morning for all of us. We did take the above picture to commemorate the occasion. I love my family even if we are rowdy and loud.

Until next time, anybody have any favorite but simple recipes?