Just in case my mind slips again

Note to Me: If you have a problem digesting starches, and it makes your body feel like hell-- don't eat potatoes.

That's all, me. Keep that in mind the next time. 'Cause calling myself 'evil bitchyness' is an understatment at 1am when I'm dead tired but the digestive system is rebelling against abuse.

Lurve
Me

P.S. You know the house you're always obsessive compulsive about? Still clean. Insert giddy cheer of joy. Four weeks in, and still winning the war.

Risotto

For all the years that I've cooked -- and there are a lot of them -- I've never made risotto before. Oh, I eat it in restaurants, and friends homes, etc, but never made it. Why? If you met my family you'd realize what a redundant question that was.

However, recently, I've been subjecting err.. encouraging my parents, grandfather, brother, any victim nearby -- to new meals. Tonight, though I didn't eat it because I'm avoiding anything starch-like -- I made risotto with garlic shrimp. It received a 3 thumbs-up review. Good, another one for the books.

Me? I had chicken soup. What? I had to test it before I took it to work tomorrow!

Also, I need to better manage my time on weekends. My to-do list has one glaring anomally:

Saturday / Sunday
Breakfast - check
Gym - check
Dog walking I - check
Assist / visit parents - check*
Dog walking II - check
Nap
Household chores / other chores - check
Make dinner - check
Clean up (from make dinner) - check
Entertaining / entertainment - check
Glass of wine - check
Dog walking III - check
Bedtime - oh-so-checkedy-check.

Both days the 'nap' component fell through. I must work on this. It's now 6:30pm, I have dog walking III and bed-time on my to-do list still, and I'm frickin tired.

Ah well. C'est la vie.

* Saturday - did the pre-work for Mom's dinner. Seared the lamb, prepared the seasoning for the gourmet potatoes, put all into respect dishes for cooking at 5:45 (potatoes) and 6:15 (lamb). Sunday - helped Dad update the firmware for his new digital SLR, and bonded over his photography course session. (He told me everything he learned). Translation for weekend: timeshared myself with both parents equally.

I wonder if I can sell the dog on a very ridiculously early bedtime?