Of basket making, teal and Phillip Phillips (yes, they relate)

Basket Making

My Mom has been crafting a lot lately. She is planning this fabulous boutique for next winter and is preparing early. Sometimes, she tries to explain her ideas to me and I’ll be like, “Uh-huh. Who are you and what did you do with my Mom?”

Actually, I only say the “uh-huh” part and then think the rest. But I’m sure she can see the doubt on my face when she is in the middle of explaining some elaborate idea.

The latest thing was basket making. She likes to recycle and reuse other things so she decided that she would use wire fence to make a basket.

I know, right? I was preparing the wanted, “Mom” posters in my mind.

Anyways, I just smiled while she explained it and then went on to other things. I mean, fence is fence and baskets are baskets…No.

However, when my Mom did finally make a basket from fence wire and it actually kind of worked (after, um, a few tries). I was impressed.

Teal (I promise, this all comes together at the end)

The other day I saw someone outside wearing teal and I told my friend Cory that the person outside really shouldn’t be wearing teal because it was NOT their color and blah blah blah.

A little while later, Cory said that teal was his favorite color. (It wasn’t completely out of the blue, by the way, it just came up in conversation.)

After I got over feeling awful for bashing someones favorite, I listened to WHY teal was his favorite color. He told me that teal was a cool color because you can wear it and it’s not overboard but still sort of sticks out. Like instead of wearing something appalling or bright, you are wearing something that is more than un-noticeable, simply different.

Phillip Phillips

“Gone, Gone, Gone” is one if Phillip Phillips songs, if you didn’t know. I really like it ’cause it is fun to listen to, nice on the ears in a strange drumming way.

It came on the radio today and my friend Aisling was like, “Oh, this is the cancer song!”

I looked at her like she was certifiably crazy, “I don’t think so…”

“I could be wrong, but I think it is!” Aisling informed me. She then went on to explain that she thought Phillip Phillips was singing it to his girlfriend or wife about how he would take care of them when they were sick. “I’ll share in your suffering/To make you well, to make you well” and so on.

It was an impressive explanation but I replied with, “I think it’s about breaking up or her leaving him because…” Wait, why did I think that, again? Maybe I was the crazy one!

Yes, they relate

I think maybe I should, you know, listen to other people more. And assume less. Maybe sometimes, my opinion isn’t right or the best one (Mind blowing, right?). I mean…

A. I thought basket making with wire fence wouldn’t work and it actually did.

B. I thought teal sucked as a color but I bought a teal shirt and wore it and I felt pretty cool.

C. I assumed that “Gone, Gone, Gone” was just another breakup song and it probably isn’t.

So I’ve come to a conclusion. If it were New Year’s Day, this would be my resolution for the year. However it’s not, so it’s just…a decision.

I am going to listen to people. Listen to opinions. I’m going to try not to assume and possibly get rid of the “are you crazy?” face expression (okay, maybe not that one). I’m going to try and have an open mind because it seems that I’m not always right, after all 😉 I also plan to try things other people’s way, a different way, because I don’t want to just be stuck with the status quo.

I told you they related.


Just a bunch of transactions

Ringing people up is one of the main jobs I do at the gas station I work at.

There are also other things I do….

Help people who can’t figure out how to work the pump, wash the dishes, dust the store, make not snacks, socialize with co-workers while counting out of my till, check the work email, answer the phone, and so on.

But while there are a lot of other chores, ringing is probably the most time consuming.

This relates to real life. Life is like working at a gas station.


Well, for starters, life is really just a bunch of transactions with people and items and emotions. Some of the transactions are quick while others make you feel better than before they started. Then there are the one’s where someone thinks they didn’t get their fair share in the transaction.

There are co-workers who never seem to leave like family.

There are chores you have to do even if you don’t particularly want to.

There are people you like talking to and others you don’t necessarily like talking to.

There are some people who need help and others who can help.

There are phones to answer.

There are beginnings, ends and middles.

You can sum it all up or break it all down but in many ways, life is just a bunch of transactions.


Today was my first day doing laundry.

Okay, I’ll amend that statement. It was my first time doing laundry in the basement of my residence hall. I’ve done laundry in other places before, but this was a bit different.

First, I didn’t know where to swipe my ID card and had to go ask before I found the black box off to the side of all of the washers. I successfully swiped my card and then proceeded to the washer and started loading the laundry in. I was distracted by the buttons for “Whites”, “Colors”, and “Darks”. I tried pressing “Colors” repeatedly and with more force each time to no avail. When I covertly looked to see if the one person sitting in the chairs off to the side noticed my obvious inability, I was happy to find she had not. I then finished adding my clothes as if I knew how to make the button work. I even added my detergent in the right slot after ruling out the slots for “bleach” and “fabric softener”.

My first epiphany came at this point. Maybe once I closed the door with all my clothes inside, the buttons would work? I was correct.

The rest of the washing process went as planned. I waited for the timer to count down to zero and transferred my clothes to the dryer (I only dropped one thing and, fortunately, no one noticed). Then I went to the black box again, swiped my card and typed in the number for the dryer. It took the correct amount of money and I watched to make sure it would start.

It didn’t.

I swiped two more times, trying different things as I went along. Nothing worked. I wandered over to the dryer, wondering if I had gotten the faulty machine. But then I noticed the buttons. Buttons! I pressed the one for “Colors” and the dryer started. Brilliant, right?

Someone got a few free dries and I learned how to use the laundry machines on campus. All for under $5!