Recipes ugh!

OK. I think I'm smart. I have a Bachelor's degree from a nationally acclaimed state university (besides academically, here's a hint as to where: football AND basketball, sometimes simultaneously). So why is it I can't follow a recipe without a major panic attack? Well, that's an exaggeration. The panic attack is minor, but the need to look back at a simple recipe 100 times is a little bothersome, even one I've made a dozen times. So, I've never been a good cook, as I don't have an instinct for it either. I used to think I was good at details, but evidently I was fooling myself. I really just overcompensated for my deficiencey by forcing myself to concentrate very hard on something. I am good with big abstract ideas. Small details tend to overwhelm me, necessitating me to be very organized, although I'm not. It's a conundrum.

I really have no intention of using the newly recognized ADD as an excuse for all of my errant ways, just some of them ;) Cooking, yes.

I talk too much

I do. Something I always sort of knew, but only recently came to the realization that it's really true. I thought blogging would get some of the words out of my head so that I don't have to blurt them out on a regular basis. I annoy my two adult sisters. I'm sure I annoy others, but they more politely don't mention it. There is probably some H in that ADD, but I'm not ready to admit that. I only recently admitted this. So, here it is. Talking on paper, or rather online, to prevent a mental explosion. Let's see how this works.