Monthly Archives: April 2010

Extra-Thankful Thursday

The Good Samaritan

I’m not a mommy blogger, but I am a mother and I do blog about my kids (among other things). I try to respect their desires and their personal lives, as Minnesota Matron recently wrote about, but our lives are bound together and sometimes my story and their stories intertwine.

It was a dark and stormy rainy night. I was working late at the computer when the telephone rang, the sudden noise jolting me out of my Publisher-induced grogginess.

“Mom?” queried the shaky voice of my oldest son. “I’ve got something to tell you. This isn’t going to be easy….” He paused and took a deep breath, then proceeded to tell me where he had been driving, how the car went off the road, and most importantly, that he was okay.

The car, however, was not okay; it was “all the way off the road” as my son worded it. Silly me, I only thought how glad I was that it wasn’t half-on the road where someone might possibly come along and smack into it — and him.  I assured him I was on my way, grabbed my purse and my keys, and headed out to find him.


I had already been working on this post before I read Mrs. G’s post over at The Women’s Colony on Monday, before I knew about the horrific help-less tragedy in NYC.

When I viewed this video (be sure to turn on your speakers), I was shocked and appalled.  Mr. Tale-Yax was a “Good Samaritan” and yet no one came to his aid as he lay dying on a city sidewalk, not even the woman whom he rescued.


My son was the recipient of a “Good Samaritan” during the wee hours of Sunday morning. He had crashed his car into the woods (it’s totaled) on a dark, winding country road. A man and his wife were driving in the opposite direction a few minutes later and noted the reflection of their headlights off a side reflector in the woods. They stopped, called for help, and stayed long after I arrived. They stayed until the state trooper arrived and had talked to him.

Thankfully, my son is fine — he walked away with minor scratches. The person who stopped to help happened to be an off-duty officer returning home after a date with his wife. She was tired, but he chose to stay with us (she took a nap). One other driver stopped and offered help. Two others drove by slowly and asked if we were okay (the Good Samaritan and I both had stopped our cars on the road, as there was no shoulder to pull off onto). It was a rainy night and they rolled their windows down to ask, instead of just creeping on past.

When I saw the car in the woods, it was very dark. I could see the freshly scarred tree that he had firmly scraped alongside and the much bigger tree that he didn’t hit, but I couldn’t really see much else. I went back 60 hours later to survey the scene.

Accident scene, 60 hours later

It was a close call. I’m pretty sure he thought his life was over. Instead, he walked away with minor injuries — very minor. But it was a major incident. He has a court summons for one month from now. His story, like his life,  is not yet over.

And because he is my son, because I am the one who took the call and stood in the rain at the edge of a dark, rainy highway — because I am the one who signed the car over to a recycling/junk agency — his story has become mine as well.

There are good people in the world. I met some of them in the dark on Sunday morning. And sometimes we call those people “Good Samaritans.”

Musical Monday, part deux


Musical Monday is all about making friends and sharing the music that we love. The more the merrier! Diane at Good Mourning, Glory! is the official host of  Musical Monday, but I found out about it via Thom.

So, when I went over to Diane’s place at Good Mourning, Glory!,  I discovered that she was posting a DIFFERENT theme today. But hey, I can do TWO! No problem. I love music. And I promise, this one won’t be another 80’s rock song. 😛

Musical Therapy


Musical Monday is all about making friends and sharing the music that we love. The more the merrier! Diane at Good Mourning, Glory! is the official host of  Musical Monday, but I found out about it via Thom.

Somethin’s at the edge of your mind, you don’t know what it is
Somethin’ you were hopin’ to find but your not sure what it is
Then you hear the music and it all comes crystal clear
The music does the talkin’ says the things you want to hear

I’m young, I’m wild and I’m free
I got the magic power of the music in me

She climbs into bed, pull the covers overhead and turns her little radio on
She’s has a rotten day so she hopes the DJ’s gonna play her favorite song
It makes her feel much better, brings her closer to her dreams
A little magic power makes it better that it seems

She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free
She gets the magic power of the music in me

If you’re thinkin’ it over but you just can’t sort it out
Do you want someone to tell you what they think it’s all about
Are you the one and only who’s sad and lonely, reachin’ for the top
Well the music keeps you goin’ and it’s never gonna stop

The world is full of compromise, the infinite red tape
But the music’s got the magic, it’s your one chance for escape
So turn me on – turn me up – it’s your turn to dream
A little magic power makes it better than it seems


This song was musical therapy for me during my last 2 years of high school. I had just moved to a new city and had to start all over. The lyrics and the musical style spoke to me… and I admit, they still do!

Earth Day Reflection

All things cry out about you, God; those which speak, and those which cannot speak. All things honor you; those which think, and those which cannot think. For there is one longing, one groaning, that all things have for you … All things pray to you that comprehend your plan and offer you a silent hymn. In you, the One, all things abide, and all things endlessly run to you who are the end of all. Let us listen and comprehend what you have to say to us. Amen.

~St. Gregory Nazianzen (330-389)

Randomizing the Random Dozen

Happy Saturday! I’m busy working on a newsletter, but this was an easy meme to post (and I needed a little break from the Publisher version of tetris).

Random Dozen

Hosted by:
Lidna at 2nd Cup of Coffee

1. Ever had any run-ins with the “library police?”
LOL, I’ve never thought of them as that! But yes, I have had to pay a few overdue fines in my day.

2. Do you have a special organizational plan and place for wrapping paper, gift bags, etc., or do you just purchase whatever you need as you give gifts?
I keep a pretty good supply going… in fact, right now I have kind of overflowed my storage capacity. Gotta work on that…

3. Have you ever been in (first-hand witness) a natural disaster?
Well… I heard and felt the BOOM! when Mt. St. Helens erupted nearly 30 years ago, but since we only had a thin coating of ash where we lived, that probably doesn’t count.

4. What’s your favorite Barry Manilow song?
Bwahahahaha…. if I have to choose one, Copacabana.

5. What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn?
It’s got to be the “Lil’ Devil” costume — red, complete with horns and a tail — that each of us wore as kids around the age of 5.  Did I mention that my father is a minister?

6. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?
I’d say Thesaurus, unless we are playing Scrabble… and then the dictionary comes out!

7. What’s your favorite breakfast food?
My usual breakfast of  old-fashioned oatmeal cooked with frozen blueberries. YUM! 😛

8. Have you ever purchased anything from an infomercial?
Not really… but it did convince us to purchase a Total Gym 1000, back in the day.

9. Have you ever crawled through a window?

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Well, yes and no. I certainly believe in attraction at first sight! And that attraction can be followed up by an interest, a conversation, and eventually… love.

11. How man pairs of jeans do you own?
Are you referring to how many pair do I own that FIT me RIGHT NOW? Okay then… one is too big, the other is too tight — plus a pair of jean capris.  But I know there are additional pairs of jeans in a box, just waiting for me to lose some weight.

12. If someone were going to bake a cake to honor/represent you, what would it be? (Think creatively, like Duff and Crew on “Ace of Cakes.”)
I can’t even start to think…. maybe you can come up with one for me in the comments?

Decision made

It was bound to happen…

… because he likes red…

…and because despite the fact that I, myself, was a Husky, we raised our kids to be Coug fans — pleasing my husband and annoying my brothers all at once. 😀

The decision wasn’t made 4-1/2 years ago when this picture was taken (my older brother refused to display it on his refrigerator, but I knew it would go down that way). The decision still needs to be announced by the decision-maker to his extended family, but MusicMan isn’t a fan of being the focus of attention.

The deposit money has been sent, so I guess I can officially call myself:

Hey, Nineteen

Time flies…

archive pic

SuperDad with MusicMan, April 1991

When I posted this picture on facebook last year, my adult niece thought it was a picture of MusicMan holding a baby!

MM started out 21.25 inches long; he now measures in at 6’2″:

Hey, Nineteen

We’re very proud of the young man he has become.

Thankful Thursday

Last week I received a package in the mail.

If you have ever ordered from Gary — and you really should, his pottery is wonderful! — you will recognize that I had a real treat opening the box. 🙂

2 cups and a creamer

These are what I ordered. It’s my early Mother’s Day gift. When I saw the glazing on these pieces over at Gary‘s blog, I couldn’t resist!

The lighting did not do this bowl justice. This is a gift for my friend ~T~ because she just had a birthday and because she is SnakeMaster’s “other mother.”  There’s a chocolate (or perhaps black) Lab puppy on the side of the bowl. ~T~ loves Labs! She has a house full of rescued Labs, plus a pretty awesome 4th grader (and his new turtle).

And then Gary also gave me this gift!

Laughing cow? Oh, yes…

A jumping over the moon cow mug, bespeckled in my favorite color: BLUE 😀

You rock, Gary!

I am thankful to be called your friend (and facebook cousin). 😀

Sweet karma or guilty pleasure?

Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away…

Or not. Go ahead and click that link to get the back story, because you kind of need it to appreciate these pictures:

This post, this parking spot

Above: town hall in June of 2008
Below: town hall in April of 2010

different bag of garbage, same spot, new posts & roof, plus REPLACEMENT post

I laugh every time I’ve driven by town hall since our big snowstorms in February.  They made such a big deal out of my bumping their post (I definitely wasn’t the first to do so) and I’m pretty sure it was a town snowplow, driven by the same guy who hoisted up the roof with a front loader , that took out their pretty new post.  The one my insurance company paid for.

Karma is sweet sometimes. It might be a guilty pleasure, but I am enjoying the fact that it’s not just me who has trouble managing that turn.   (I’ve never gone back.  I spend the extra 44-cents on a stamp to pay my water bill and avoid the chance of hitting that darn post again!)

Musical Monday: dedication

As played by Thom, today’s Musical Monday needs to be dedicated to someone.

I choose a whole lot of someones! MusicMan & his high school band group just returned from 4 days at DisneyWorld. This song is one the marching band enjoys playing, and this video version has Paul Simon and Chevy Chase hammin’ it up.