Ode to Thank You'.....Sorta

You know what is awkward for me about online classes....That last week when you have to say your final thoughts. Its supposed to be a way to bring attention to what you have learned during the class. The purpose of this is so that if Joe learned something that you didn't catch, then it will help you learn about it right before the end of class. This doesn't actually happen because instead of a test you wrote a paper and right now you do not need to know that info (unless it is interesting, then it works).....Anyways back to my original thought. This week also brings a lot of thank you's and I wish you the best of luck's. This is awesome! You should say thank you and good luck. However, in an online class you have an audience. It isn't just a side conversation when you say oh it was great being in class with you, I wish you the best of luck, hope I see you in the future. Nope, those you don't have an audience for...well in less you are someone who prefers an audience. Since there is an audience every thank you has to be more extravagant then the last. What was once a simple thank you turns into poetry. There are some people though that come out with the most amazing thank you's. These people are the people that are comfortable in situations like this. They flourish. I am not one of those flourishers. This is what happens to me:  I have a bunch of people reading my every word, I want the other person to know I am thankful, and I freeze. Because all of those people are watching I am more aware of what I am doing. Then since it is a situation that is not within my comfort level it is very hard to know what to say.  This is why this week is so awkward for me. I am all about being polite and saying thank you but I need to do it on my own! I do not do well with thank you's. I might take time sending out my thank you cards, but they are very heartfelt when you get them.....well unless I haven't really opened myself up to you. Not going to get all mushy with just anyone. I am not a whore. In this public forum with everyone watching I have to force out a thank you. I can't even properly force one when no one is watching. I don't even fake orgasms how am I going to fake a thank you WITH an audience. I usually just write a plain old thank you and throw in a few extra exclamation points. To the people that do flourish, I really enjoy reading them. A small part of me is a total hater because I do not work that well on the spot. Still, most of me just enjoys reading it. Still, I have no idea how to respond to any of these posts that will be enough words to make participation points!

How to motivate a.....hey look shiny!

I promised today I would have a blog but today is crazy busy ( and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact I slept until noon) so it will be posted from my phone. Hopefully swype doesn't fail me too badly. You will not be able to tell the difference because I am not the awesome blogger that uses all the cool pictures and graphics.....well I can insert pictures and make Kori make me graphics but she has been busy motivating me all week so I think she deserves time off. Don't you? Who is Kori you ask? Well she happens to be the bestie. She heard I wanted to get serious with my blogging so she got into high gear and started working on her own. She made a blog all about me just to motivate me you guys! You can read it here :<br>
http://lackadaisicalcrafter.blogspot.com/2013/01/motivation-for-others.html?m=1<br>
Then there has been a post everyday since then that basically says see how easy this is. You can do it! Well those are her intentions but its also sprinkled with I am awesome, I am winning this blog writing thing. That might sound weird....but it works. This is probably because she knows me better than anyone and you know what motivates me......competition. I hate sports, I could care less about winning video games or board games, but if I say I am going to be awesome at something and then you are awesome first well then my brain goes into ah hell no mode. That is how I am motivated and that is why this blog is done today and not next week. Also since she wrote a blog about me I felt I should return the favor. Check her out. It's a crafting blog and one day she will actually talk about crafting but while we wait patiently she is funny. I might be biased though. While I was writing this a bunch of side thoughts popped in my head. I decided to save them until the end. I should have probably wrote them down because I lost them. The munchkin decided to take her diaper off and since it wasn't wet I thought oh well she needs to sit on the potty......apparently it meant that she wanted to be naked. My distraction made me lose my distraction and now she is about to bust her noggin climbing on all the stuff so I should probably go.

No Rest for the Wicked

Sometimes my brain goes to a creative place where my brain feels like there is a massive amount of information flowing through it but I have no idea what it means or what to do with it. Does this make any sense to anyone but me? I feel like I should be creative but not sure how. Also, I am not even sure what I am thinking because there is so much going on in there. When this happens most generally I make plans, to do lists, google a million recipes, make a menu plan, an organizationional plan, and etc. I will likely be up for hours with my plans. Only tonight I cannot figure out what exactly I should be doing. It's times like this I wonder if I have the whole manic thing that so many before me have.....or maybe I just over think things. It doesn't really happen enough for me to consider a professional but tonight its driving me crazy. I feel like I need to be doing something but there is nothing to do except cleaning could always be done. The only problem is that I can think of three things that need cleaned : dishes, laundry, and the walls. Dishes would wake up the sick, grumpy guy that has to work tomorrow. Laundry wakes the baby.....and as soon as the kid spending the night tells his mom that his friend's mom stays up all night scrubbing walls then she thinks I am some sort of meth head and never let's him come back. So I just decided to write my thoughts down. How do you occupy your time when everyone is sleeping and you are wide awake?