There aren’t enough songs about Monday, I’ve decided.

Since it’s Monday, and I’m hot and heavy into writing and I feel discombobulated, then I feel this post will be allowed to be discombobulated too.

Hot and heavy into writing sounds sexy, doesn’t it?  Does it sound even sexier if I say I’m writing about political ads, and right now I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon writing about John Kerry and the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth ads?  If that doesn’t scream sexy, I don’t know what does.

Wait…yes I do.

I had a most excellent weekend.  After a Twitter debate on Friday over what was better: pie day or homemade ice cream (duh, pie day!), the tempt of homemade ice cream was brought forth in an invitation to enjoy some of the goodness, so after catching “What Happens in Vegas” at the dollar theater (which, while funny, is about the only place that you should watch this movie), my boy and I headed up to Justin and RaDonna’s for some homemade ice cream.  It was most delicious.  However, as much as I love (LOVE) ice cream, I have to hold a special place for pie day in my heart, because pie day was my boy’s and my first date.   I’ll take ice cream every other day of the week, but on Friday?  Pie day wins.

Sunday we had a lazy, lazy day, which was totally fine.  I did wash the sheets and comforter, and we both cleaned up the spare room, as we have a friend coming in from Atlanta to spend the weekend with us this coming weekend.  This is actually someone I went to high school with. We weren’t friends then, but a couple of years ago we randomly ran in to each other in Publix in Atlanta.  Turns out we lived about a mile apart, and our friendship blossomed.  Among other things, I plan to have him absolutely school me and my boy in some golf this weekend.  Apparently I need some humbling.

Today I’ve managed to shake this non-motivated feeling I’ve been struggling with, and I started to work on one of my book chapters.  It feels good to be writing again, and even though I’m cursing the lack of scholarly research and my complete ineptitude with figuring out how to cite some of this stuff (an M3U – what the hell is that???), I’m enjoying being back in the groove.

Which means I’m about to get all geeky again.

My boy did tell me today after I said something that I was really just a nerd.  I can’t remember what I said now.  It was something nerdy though.

I make up for the nerdiness with a dirty, dirty, dirty sense of humor.

And now I’m going to go watch the new episode of The Closer - new season started tonight!