The Least Successful Weekend Yet

I suppose that everyone deserves a completely unproductive weekend every once in a while. This was mine. I cannot think of a single thing I did.

I guess I helped Lauren move everything into her place yesterday. I watched the OSU game (we lost, but are ranked #9 in the BCS). Oh, yeah ... Lubbock and I walked around Geneva reminding people to vote. Almost everyone we spoke to had done the early polling. I refuse to say it was a waste of time, but ...

I didn't clean, I didn't do grocery shopping, I didn't even stay up past 9p last night. Pretty lazy. Why am I complaining about this? I need to be more positive.

That really should be my New Year's Resolution ... to be more positive. It would require the commitment of everyone around me to have a sort of secret signal they give me when I am being negative ... something like "shut up, Nata-Leigh ... you're being negative." That would work.

Something positive ... Today was so windy that there's very little work that needs to be done to finish raking the yard. The wind took care of most of it for me. I just have to sweep out the areas where the leafs (or leaves?) settled and it's done.

I had to look it up ... the plural of leaf is leaves. Leafs is a verb. I learn so much by blogging. But, I will leave it up as to show that I am not perfect!

Speaking of ... a while ago, I was reading Melisa's blog where she told us to clean up bubble bath spilled on a carpet, to soak up as much as you can prior to adding water ... "Duh, Melisa" ... her words, not mine. Today, I was in the kitchen and suddenly remembered my own similar experience. I was at a party with some of those little chafing dishes with gel fuel thingys. One spilled over and fire began spreading on the top of the table ... it was so fluid-like that I grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe it up. Yes, it caught fire and I was standing there like a complete idiot with a ball of fire in my hand. Duh!

I'm going to finish watching this game of the World Series and see if I can't wake Kevin up to crawl in bed. His Sunday tradition is to fall asleep on the couch.