snapshots & thoughts

sharing my snapshots and thoughts from the past week 


Kaitlin and her friend pose by the covered bridge in Zumbrota.
It's the last remaining covered bridge in Minnesota so it's kind of a big deal (in Zumbrota). 


Sunday afternoon Kaitlin and I went to the lake and caught some rays.
I treasured this time I had with her.
We talked about this and that, 
which is really what every mother dreams of, I think, 
to talk to their kids about this and that.


Later that night we had a police officer at our house 
to get Kaitlin's account of a man trying to pick her up 
while she was walking in the neighborhood.

He gave us some good advice that I'd never heard before.
I decided to write a post about it so others could hear it too.

Read all about what happened to Kaitlin and what the officer said 
by clicking on this link.

I'll be here when you get back.


They made him wear a mask in the waiting room 
because he was coughing so much.
It's pneumonia, poor guy.


Because he's been sick he missed the last part of the baseball season.
I'm gonna be a proud mamma here and say that I think the teams he was on missed him.


Sarah's last softball game was Wednesday night.

I brought my book club novel to the game to read while they warmed up
but I was instructed that as soon as the game began I was not to read it. 
Nor was I to be on the phone during the game. 
I snuck this picture.
It's not really being on the phone if it's a camera, right?

After the game I took this pic.
A beautiful sunset to end her season.
How fitting.


This book on spiritual abuse has been interesting and enlightening. Heavy. Resonating.
And, for now, that's all I have to say about that.


Let's lighten things up... I bought myself a new swimsuit this week.
Then I saw this pin on Pinterest:

The older I get, the more I like winter and clothes that cover me.

life rearranged


my daughter's close encounter & some 911 advice

My Kaitlin girl.
Yesterday we called 911 and got some interesting advice from the responding police officer. Something I hadn't heard before, which is why I'm writing this post.

But first, let me tell you why we called 911. My thirteen year old daughter, Kaitlin, was walking along a street in our neighborhood when a man (she guessed early 20s) tried to pick her up. She had seen him pass by her earlier, and now he had doubled around and was stopped at the stop sign she was crossing in front of.

"You're cute," he called out to her from his car window. "How old are you?" She told him he didn't need to know.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Home," she lied as she pointed to a nearby house hoping that he'd stop talking to her if he thought her parents were close by.

"Do you want a ride?"

Even though she refused his offer, he was insistent that he could give her a ride to where she was going. Several times he tried to convince her to let him give her a ride and each time she refused. Fortunately a truck pulled up behind him and he had to move on, but not before he told her to meet him at the park.

She was pretty shook up about it all night.

When she told me what happened, it occurred to me that we should report it. And then I thought it was probably just a young guy who was having some fun flirting with a pretty girl he thought was older than she really is. Because, let's face it, she looks older than thirteen and she's a cutie patootie.

But still.

His behavior was not okay. Especially when she said no and he kept insisting he give her a ride. Kaitlin was scared by it! All night long she was shaking. And it could have been something more sinister than just flirting. You never know. There are crazies out there.

We reported it.

After giving details to the 911 dispatch, an officer came to our house and listened to her story. When she was done he said that she didn't do anything wrong and that she was right to report it even if it was some stupid guy just having some misguided fun. Bottom line: if she felt threatened, she should report it.

"Don't ever be afraid to call 911 if you feel threatened," he said.

And then he recommended something interesting. Something I had never heard before. He told her that if it ever happens again and she has her phone with her, she should call 911 and act like she's calling her mom.

He said the conversation would go something like this:

     Dispatcher: "911 dispatch, what's your emergency?"

     Kaitlin: "Hi mom!"

     Dispatcher: "Are you aware that you just called 911 dispatch?"

     Kaitlin: "Yep, mom. I am."

At which point the dispatcher will know that she's not able to talk freely and will begin asking her questions which she could answer as if talking to her mom, yet still communicate what the dispatcher needs to know.

Hopefully the threatening person will have gone away, dissuaded by her phone call to her "mom." But whether the threat is still there or not, the 911 call will be immediate - not after she's gotten home, called both her parents and told them the whole story, and after deliberations whether to call or not, because by that time the offending person is long gone.

Instead, if she calls 911 while it's happening, the dispatcher can send a squad car to the area immediately. The offending person will still be in the area and the chances of them being found are greater.

Of course if a phone is not available - and even when it is - drawing people's attention to you is always a good idea. Yell loudly, make a scene. Tell the guy to get lost. Be rude. Get people to notice your distress. Anyone with bad intentions will not want the attention and will leave.

In any case, I thought that the officer's advice on the 911 call to dispatch and talking like it's a call to mom was interesting. I'd never heard that before, but it makes sense. I thought I would share.

Have you had any close encounters? Any helpful tips for these types of situations? I'd love to know your stories.




And because I always enjoy a good laugh, here's a few funny 911 calls, not to be confused with the serious 911 calls mentioned above.

** update: 7/24/2014 **

The wife of a dispatcher shared this info with her husband and when I asked her what he said about it, she replied: 
"it would depend on the dispatcher who answered, hopefully most would recognize what was going on but unfortunately some of the people in that job aren't as sharp as they should be. (Not being mean, just the truth.) His one coworker who I shared it with said he was familiar with it and had used variations of it in the past. It is probably always worth a shot."
So, be aware that it might be something that our local dispatchers are trained for. Dispatchers in other areas may or may not be trained to respond this way. If not trained this way, it would depend, then, on whether the dispatcher is perceptive enough to pick up on it.


snapshots & thoughts

I've been silent for a little bit because I needed to take a break.

But Kaitlin said she missed these bloggy photo updates
So I decided to revive it.


I last posted just before Memorial Day weekend, 
which was the weekend in which John had a science assignment to care for a little baby duck.
He had to take care of it every hour of every day for two days.

Here he is teaching his duck, Yeet, to play Clash of Clans.
Yah, yah Yeet, yah!

On Memorial Day the kids and I (and by "kids" I mean three human children and one duck child)
had a picnic at Oxbow Park and went for a little hike/waddle.

(If you really want to see something cute, you'll have to check out my Instavideo of Yeet,
which I couldn't figure out how to imbed into this post.)


Over the last couple months I've been spending a lot of time at ball fields...

...watching Sarah play softball...

...watching John play baseball (that's him, sliding safely into home)...

...and having pistachios for dinner.

// bonus feature: //

At the ballfield you must have seeds or some other shelled thing to snack on. It's kind of an unwritten rule. So I bring pistachios. One of the Legion baseball players has dubbed our family The Fancy Snackers because of it. When we get up to leave after the game, our seats are the only place with pistachio shells instead of sunflower or peanut shells scattered around them. 

The thing is, I don't like eating sunflower seeds - it's too much work. Besides, spitting. And I don't like eating peanuts in the shells - I once had a rancid peanut and it ruined my enjoyment of the entire peanut shelling experience. But I do love me some pistachios - ever since I was a teenager and had some pistachio ice cream at the Eiscafe in Kandern, Germany. 

The Eiscafe was just down the road from my high school, so we would often walk there after school on hot days to get a cool treat. A favorite was their spaghetti ice cream, which looked like spaghetti but tasted like vanilla ice cream topped with strawberry sauce and white chocolate shavings.

Years after I graduated from Black Forest Academy, I was able to bring both John (in 2008) and Kaitlin (in 2009) to the Eiscafe in Kandern to share that special place and treat with them.

And that is the roundabout story of how I came to like pistachios and how I associate them with some good memories.

// end bonus feature //


After seeing some Zentangle art in my instafeed,
I've been trying my hand at it.
It's pretty relaxing.

I need relaxing because I got a lot going on right now.


One day while standing in my friend's kitchen before work I fainted!
So I listened to my body, took the day off, got some rest and read a book.


My cousin was in a fatal car accident.
He was hit head-on by a car going the wrong way on the interstate.
Tragic anytime, but it happened fourteen days before his wedding.
I was expecting to meet his bride at the wedding, instead I met his fiance at the funeral.

We never know what the next day will bring.

It reminds me of what James, Jesus' brother, wrote to the Jews dispersed abroad:

"Come now, you who say, 'Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.' 
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. 
You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. 
Instead you ought to say, 'If the Lord wills we will live and also do this or that.'"


Here we are, my little brother and little sister and me.
Cray-zee to think we are, like, grown up adults now.
 Sometimes I wonder how I got this big when I feel so little.
(BTW I think my sister looks gorgeous in this photo.)


And then Kaitlin found this photo of my brother and me from way back when.

Time marches on.

Speaking of that, we celebrated John's 16th birthday in June.

I can't believe my little boy is so big.
(Okay, he's not really that big, I crouched down for the photo. But he really is taller than me.)


Since I am not with my kids all the time now, I cherish the time I do have.
Not that I didn't before, but now I feel so much more desperate for the time I have with them.


Me and my girls...

...getting our nails did...

... at the weekly summer street fair, Thursdays on First...

... and bombing Kaitlin's selfies.


I've so appreciated the encouragement I've gotten from friends during this time.
I'm learning that I don't need to feel alone or be alone.
Even people I've never met except for through this bloggy blog have encouraged me by dropping me a note, saying that God has put me on their hearts.
That blows my mind. Blesses me beyond words.
Thank you.


I watched the Home Run Derby with John.
And Twitter.
This is what spending time with my son looks like these days.
When the wifi went out at my house I had a very unhappy boy.


I'm not sure how I survived my childhood without the internet.
Or a VHS DVD Blu Ray player.
Or more than three channels on TV.
Or computers.
Or phones that act like computers and cameras and road atlases.


Riding home from one of Sarah's softball games I was in awe of the sky 
and the clouds reflecting the sunset.
"The sky is so beautiful I just want to reach out and touch it," I said. 
Sarah laughed at me. We both laughed at my enthusiasm.

And I thought fairy tales end with riding into the sunset, 
but sometimes riding away from the sunset is beautiful too.


I went for a walk with Kaitlin and these hot air balloons flew right over us.
They were going pretty fast so we ran across the street to get a picture without cars in it.
My breath caught a little bit when I saw the beauty of the reflection in the river.


And here we are, present day.
I got to work this morning and realized that I still had my slippers on.
I'm taking casual Friday to a whole 'nother level.


I'm linking up these snapshots and thoughts with @jeannettg for her InstaFriday post.


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