I could never be a housewife.

One of my best friends in the world is an amazing stay at home mom and wife. She has two beautiful, smart, and well behaved (to me at least, several hundred miles away) kids. I have no clue how she does it without killing the kiddos or her husband.

It's not just that she does it. It's that she does it so damn well! I am so clueless and inept when it comes to home economics type stuff. I can cook pretty well, and I can wash my own laundry. And that's about it. I know the basics, sure. But I am beyond happy to step back and let my much more qualified (and willing) husband work his household magic.

But I want to try some of it. I will probably jack shtuff up beyond all recognition. But it's time for me to become somewhat skilled in homemaking.

Here's some basic info on the upcoming trainwreck:

My name is Becky. I'm work full time in retail for a major chain. I also go to school full time, majoring in Liberal Arts. I squeeze in volunteer work and fund raising when I can.

I'm 30 years old. Happily married to an amazing man named Dustin.

We are both part of the Order of the Eastern Star and Dustin is a Mason.

We don't have any children yet. I have PCOS and that is just tons o'fun.

I grew up just on the edge of New Orleans, LA. Yes, I was in Katrina. She ate everyones stuff and I am not a fan of hers.

We currently live in the middle of no-dang-where Mississippi. It is quiet, beautiful, and (woot!) much cheaper than what I am accustomed to.

My family is awesome. By family I mean: my actual blood relatives, inlaws, and my friends who may as well be blood. My mother is hilarious even though it's not always intentional. My brother is just as goofy. So was my father, and the world is better for having had him in it. I wonder how I turned out silly? Hmm.

I have a unhealthy addiction to my BlackBerry. They call them CrackBerries for a reason.

So...I think that's about it.