Boy do I like Mondays.  A chance to start another week fresh, full of the promise of excitement and productivity.  Every Monday I wake up and think, “THIS could be my week.  To HECK with the last 2,210 of them, this week is gonna be different!!!”  Ahhhh, yes, I do eagerly anticipate my Mondays.  I was oncall last weekend, which contributed mightily to my extra-rosy outlook this morning.  If there is one thing I enjoy more than a good phone conversation, it’s having one in the wee hours of the morning with somebody I don’t know.  It just makes me feel…  Needed, I think.  Yeah, yeah, that’s it.  Like I’ve got all kinds of friends all over the country that just have to speak with me, and can’t wait until daybreak.  It’s really a super-duper feeling.

It wasn’t all fun and games all weekend though, I had to do some other stuff too.  Friday evening after work we bought a pizza from Waldo and barged in on our neighbors across the street.  Last Friday we crashed their party, ate all their pizza and scared their guests, so this week we felt we should make up for our prior intrusion by banging on their door and having ourselves over for dinner.  It made sense because their house is always cleaner than ours, they have a bigger TV, and their patio is a lot nicer.  Don’t you wish we were your neighbors?  Hey, at least we brought our own food this time.

Saturday we got up semi-early and walked up the street with Gabe to watch the KC Marathon.  It must have been pretty entertaining because we sat there and watched it for over two hours.  Plus we couldn’t really do anything else if we wanted to;  It effectively had the streets shut down every direction from our house.  I took several pictures, which I suppose I’ll get posted some time or another.  Not much to see though really…  A bunch of people running down the middle of Wornall road, woo-hoo.  After that we headed down to Sharp’s for a little late breakfast.  They were absolutely packed with people from the marathon, but luckily we walked right up and found two seats at the bar.  (Yet another benefit of the smoking ban;  No matter how busy a place is, two people can almost always find seats at the bar.)  After that meal, we digested a while and then rode the motorcycle down to Chappell’s to celebrate Josh’s 18th birthday.  It was a fine afternoon for a ride, and we had a good lunch too.  I can’t really remember if I’ve been there before or not, but it seemed like a solid enough place.  Probably need to go back there and eat again;  Since we’d just eaten a few hours before we didn’t really have much to eat for lunch.  The ride back home was all good too, except I blundered right into the middle of that stupid Obama rally down at the Liberty Memorial.  Good grief.  Friggin’ morons.  Seventy-five thousand people and not one of them knew how to properly cross a street.  Actually, cross the street however you want, just don’t do it in front of me.  After we finally navigated through that cluster, we spent the rest of the day watching disappointing college football games and intermittently napping.

I worked all night Saturday, so I didn’t even get out of bed Sunday until around noon.  Quite possibly the latest I’ve ever slept in my adult life.  When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I decided to start off the day with a semi-masterpiece of an omelet.  Sausage, tomato-pepper cheese, fresh basil, and jalapeno peppers.  Top that off with a side of hash browns, and it was one delicious “late breakfast.”  After that, I hunkered down in the living room to watch my Fantasy Football team take their weekly thrashing.  As has become the trend, I was not disappointed in that regard.  I really didn’t even have much intention of getting out of my pajamas since the day was 1/2 over anyway, but later in the afternoon the neighbors got home from the Chief’s game all cranked up and rallied me a little bit.  I don’t know how they could have still been wound up after watching that debacle of a game.  Anyway, we headed down to Jalapeno’s and had a little dinner, and that was about it for the day.  I stayed up and watched the late game, which managed to add a little insult to injury on my Fantasy team.  This is my last year I’m throwing my money away on that silly game, and this time I’m SERIOUS.