It's Friday already?

Wow! That week went by fast. Because the kids were off on Monday with me I've been off a day all week. I have enough trouble keeping track what day it is.

So, anything happen this week?

I totally missed Karen's assignment this week. I had some good ideas about favorite cheeses, too. Want to hear them? Too bad.

I think my favorite all time cheese is mozzarella. Followed closely by cheddar. Think about it, what doesn't taste good with one of those on cheeses on it?

I'm also partial to ricotta cheese (I'm half-Italian you know). I love lasagna, stuffed shells, ravioli, tortellini; anything you can stuff with ricotta cheese really. Except cannoli, that is. I never understood the concept of a pastry filled with cheese. No, as a matter of fact, I do not like cheese Danish. Aren't you paying attention? By the way, did you know that the singular form of cannoli is cannolo? Now you learned something.

Anyway, those are my favorites. As I kid (who am I kidding, now too) I was a big fan of the Easy Cheese in a can. I could go through one of those cans in 20 minutes if I wanted to. Hey, it's a great source of calcium. It says so right on the bottle!

A new thing I like is something that Jenn found a while back. It's the Laughing Cow cheese wedges. They are supposedly a little better for you than regular cheese, but they still taste good. Also, they are portioned out so you don't eat the whole package in one sitting. Maybe.

So these are a few of my favorite cheeses. (Sing it!) By the way, I'm eating pretzels with highly processed cheese right now. Don't tell Jenn.

In other news, my calves have recovered from last weekend. I haven't done much in the way of running, but I can walk without looking like I'm a hundred years-old. Now I look like I'm 80, so that's an improvement.

See, I haven't done, or seen, anything exciting to talk about all week. We need a new wave of infomercials for me to watch. I think everyone is waiting for the next Billy Mays to come along before they start making up new products. Where is the Slap Chop guy? Is he still in jail?

On that note, have a great weekend!

It's amazing how one extra push of the snooze button can affect your day

Have you ever noticed how sleeping that extra 7, 8, or 9 minutes that the snooze button gives you can throw you off track? It's does for me. 

Take today, for instance. I started off okay, got it the shower with no problems, but that was about all that went as planned. I went to the laundry room to check on my pants in the dryer. Unfortunately, the clothes in there were still a bit damp-ish, so I had to turn it on a bit longer. Not a big deal, I had to shave anyway. 

After shaving, I took out the pants, and they were all twisted up; basically unwearable, unless I work in a cave where nobody will see me. So I straighten them a bit, and throw them back in the dryer to de-wrinkle. No time for an iron, if I knew how to use one. 

Again, not a huge deal since I had to get a lunch together. The shirt was okay, so I put that on and searched for something to eat. At this point it was about 6:25 am, when I should be on the road. I grab a frozen meal, and get some cereal for the morning. Of course it's a brand new box, do I have to wrestle with the packaging to get it open. I shove that in my bag, grab my pants, work on the wrinkles still in them, put on my shoes and coat, and head for the door.

Keys. Where are they? Oh yeah, they are in my pants in the bedroom. Run up the stairs, get the keys, run down and leave. It is now 6:35 am. I work at 7 am. 

Luckily the stop lights were cooperating; at least in the beginning. I did get stopped at one that I was hoping I'd miss. It is a long light. 

I did make it to work on time (6:55 am) but not as early as I'd like. See, when I go in I take over for someone; it takes a few minutes to explain what has been done, and what needs to be done. 

So, was that it? No. It wasn't. I had a bit of trouble logging into the computer, of course, and I didn't realize one program didn't come up properly. I noticed it about two hours later. It made for some make-up work. 

Oh, then when I went to eat my lunch, I realized I forgot a fork. Lasagna is not easy to eat with bare hands. 

The moral of the story? Get up when your alarm goes off. Will I learn this lesson? No. I never learn this lesson.