Getting Domesticated

I don't even know if domesticated is a word. I'm guessing so since it didn't come up on my spell check, but besides school, that's one thing that I've been up to. After my many bridal showers I started to become overwhelmed with all of the kitchen supplies, tools and recipes I was given. I thought "I'm not even a wife yet, and apparently I've already failed." You see, anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not known for my cooking or baking. My list of sweet skills has never included anything to do with the kitchen. I am learning. I am no longer mooching off of Aubrey's great cooking (thanks for not making me starve at SUU.) She used to call my mom crying about how I only come over to eat whatever she's made for dinner and then immediately leave. In my defense, I was mostly going to dance rehearsal. But not always, so I'm apologizing now... I was 18 and hopefully I'm not as rude as I once was. Also, I broke my mom's mixer making cookies. Really, making cookies. Don't ask how, I'm just proving that the skills were absent in the kitchen. Well, I'm learning. I'm turning a new page in the life of Meg and I pulled my "canary yellow" KitchenAid mixer out of the box (after only 6 months of recieving it) and baked cookies, BY MYSELF WITHOUT ANY HELP AND DIDN'T RUIN A SINGLE BATCH! My mixer is still in great shape and I got an A+ report from everyone who ended up eating them. I know, you're either thinking "Meg? Seriously? You made something not out of a box?" or "Wow, you are one pathetic loser!" Well, I seriously did! And I'd like to think of myself as special instead of a loser. Loser is a negative word and I'm working on being more positive and optimistic (thanks for the push Madi). On the cooking end, I am becoming quite the pro of putting things in the Crock-pot and making rice or mashed potatoes to go with the finished Crock-pot product. LOVE THE CROCK-POT! I can't emphasize that enough! Wow, this was longer than I had planned. Sorry for the long read...