Monday, June 25, 2012

The Jesus Dryer


MARCH 20, 2012 10:05AM

The Jesus Dryer

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The Jesus Dryer  
I have long suspected that the appliances in my house conspire against me. What else could possibly explain their uncanny tendency of dying in clusters and at the worst possible times? 
The refrigerator once died the night before we were to leave on a week-long vacation.  Three years ago, the coffee maker, the microwave, and the dishwasher all gave up the ghost within a two week period.  The following year, the oven breathed its final breath while I was cooking a pricey standing rib roast for Easter dinner.  A few months ago, the washer decided to leave this earthly realm in the middle of a large load of jeans.  Nothing spells laundry day misery quite like having to hand-wring the water out of several pairs of men's jeans.  There's also my cranky cook top which randomly chooses whether or not it will actually cook on any given day.  I imagine it being like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone with the Wind:  I'll think about cooking to-mah-row. 
Our latest appliance casualty is the clothes dryer.  At 13 years of age, it's far from new, but should definitely have had some years left in it.  My washer lasted 17 years.  Shouldn't the dryer have hung in there a while longer? 
 
Not only did it die with a full load of my son Evan's clothes in it, including every single pair of jeans he owns, but we didn't discover that it failed to dry them until 20 minutes before Evan's school bus was due to arrive.  We scrambled around, trying to find a pair of pants for Evan to wear.  Unable to find any, Evan had to wear a wet pair of jeans to school.  
 
Yes, it's inconvenient when your dryer dies, but it's even more of an issue if you can't afford to replace it right away.  In a month plagued with reduced income, property taxes, and a host of other surprise expenses, replacing a broken dryer won't be in our budget for another few months at the earliest.
 
As the Great Recession continues to march on, and I've watched income, savings, and safety nets disappear, it's been difficult to remain hopeful that our current situation will eventually improve.  Even though I tried to deal with this latest appliance demise as best I could, I felt utterly defeated by it.  I just couldn't shake the feeling that this was one more thing I didn't need, one more thing in a long list of disappointments, one more expense I simply couldn't afford.  I felt as if the Universe had kicked me once again in my financial gut and I wasn't sure I'd recover from it.
 
It had been three days since the dryer died and I was no closer to figuring out how to replace it.  The laundry was piling up, and everyone in the house was out of clean socks.  The idea of hanging up each individual sock to dry wasn't something I was looking forward to, but I didn't have hours to spend at the laundromat either.
 
Anyone familiar with me knows that I get these "nudges" from time to time, these whispers of consciousness that guide me in knowing how to proceed in my life.  They can be as small as warnings of a speed trap ahead while I'm driving to bigger things such as how best to proceed with an important decision.
 
I'd been pondering the issue of the deceased dryer all day and feeling quite depressed by it.  I was right in the middle of the mother of all pity parties when a nudge came to try the dryer one more time.
 
What a ridiculous idea, I thought.  I'd already tried the dryer a half dozen times with the same outcome:  it wouldn't tumble, it wouldn't heat, and it smelled as if it was burning down. It groaned loudly as if struggling mightily to tumble.  My husband Dan tried it, too, to see if it was something he could fix, and it wouldn't even turn on for him.  We both agreed that the dryer was officially dead.
 
Still, the nudge was insistent:  try the dryer again.
 
I opened the doors to the laundry closet.  If I was going to give this nudge of mine the best chance for a positive outcome, I did everything I'd normally do prior to running the dryer.  I cleaned out the dryer lint, I turned the dial to the normal time, and I pushed the start button.
 
Unbelievably, it worked.  To my astonishment, the dryer started right away and began tumbling normally.  There was no bad smell and no odd sounds.  I turned the dial to the off-position and opened the door. It was warm inside!
 
I don't know how it happened, but it did: my dryer apparently resurrected itself from the dead on the third day, just like Jesus. 
 
No matter how unlikely or inexplicable, this bit of grace was just what I needed to pull me out of my funk and restore my hope that maybe things will indeed get better.  Who knew that a dryer could heal itself and my sagging faith, all at the same time? 
 
Hmm...maybe there's hope for my bank account.

Comments

Home voodoo--works every time.
I'm glad it worked. Now don't rest easy, check craigslist or freecycle. Often there are free or crazy cheap appliances on it. Get one when it's advertised, not when you need it so when yours does finally give up the ghost you're all set to go.

There's a shocking lot of free stuff out there. People get rid of perfectly good dryers just because they get a new washer and it doesn't match. Seriously. People do that.

Remembering when 20 wasn't an old age for an appliance ...
Con - You crack me up!

Jane - Thank you! You made me smile. :) I did actually look on Craigslist. The cheapest I found was $250 and I didn't have the funds so I'm thrilled that the dryer decided to heal itself - ha ha!

nerd cred - Freecycle - I hadn't thought of them. Thanks for the tip - and for stopping by. I am with you in mourning the youthful ages at which appliances pass these days.
By the way, is it just me, or does anyone else see a vague image of Jesus in the shadowy part at the top of the dryer?
Thanks for a wonderful read Lisa. You pulled so much into this piece that strikes a chord with readers. Here's hoping your (and everyone else's) situation changes soon, so the extremity is replaced with genuine prosperity.

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Some say that God works in mighty and mundane ways. Who knows the explanation of the dryer. I understand your doldrums. When it rains, it pours. So happy it's working! Love your writing style.
Jesus, what good luck!
I've also experienced the appliance resurrection. Our fridge died just as I came with a load from Sam's Club and just days after I had lost my job. I used our garage for a fridge for several days, overwhelmed at the idea we'd have to buy a new one. In frustration I plugged the fridge back in only to hear it hum and watch it freeze water within an hour. Miracles happen - it's great that we can learn to appreciate even the smallest ones! xo
Forget craigslist, work with the Jesus image. I think there could be a couple new appliances in that. Nice piece.
Lisa, I love everything you write. This was soooo good. ~r
Do I hear an Amen?!
Great post. Thanks for speaking on behalf of all of us struggling to keep it together somehow.

--r
Yay! I am so glad the universe worked for you. Not having a dryer is a total pain.
"on the third day, just like Jesus." I love you :)
Great piece and I understand how you feel. We have our business next to a recycle center and you would not believe what people get rid of. All kinds of good, working appliances. Craig's list works believe me. Glad it started working again. Just be safe and check it out if you can afford that. Sometimes it is just something simple and inexpensive.
great story, lisa. i'm so glad the thing kicked back to life, regardless of who gets the credit.

oh, i see the face in the shadows too, but to me it looks like frank zappa. :)
I'm going to be on the lookout for your dryer on a tortilla.
Even when describing genuine problems, your writing just sings. Candace beat me to it but I swear the image I see is Bob Marley. Maybe Jesu sent him to blow smoke up the dryer's hose to get it going again. One image I can't get out of my head: Evan going to school in wet jeans! Did you at least spray some Axe on them?
Jesus did rise with a clean, April-fresh smell. Contrary to the story usually told in church, St. Thomas the Doubter wasn't doubting that Jesus rose from the dead. No, Tom couldn't believe that the blood stains came out.
This reminds me of the Far Side Cartoon of "Appliance Faith Healers." Maybe the Universe decided you'd had enough and to give you a break in the form of a self-correcting clothes dryer. and like Gracious Jane, I love the way you write, too!

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I love to read your work. Always, always so happy when you post.r
very very funny.... i was drawn in by the title and you did not disappoint. i remember going to the laudromat for the week in between when my washer died and the new one would be delivered... a week i never want to do again. next time, light a candle for your appliances...
Oh my gosh - an Editor's Pick! I haven't had one of those in over a year!

Dennis - You are always so kind and thoughtful. Thank you!

Mary - So nice to see you! I agree; it can't be explained but I appreciate it just the same.

Myriad - Your comment made me laugh.

mamoore - What a great story! I wonder if the Universe thinks we can handle these things and then realizes, nope, we can't. Whatever the reason, yay us. XOXO

jlsathre - I know, right? I'm amazed by the image in the shadow. I just took that photo quickly this morning!

Joan - And I love YOU. XOXO

Erica - Amen!

Victoria - Thank you for your comment. It's nice to know that I'm not alone in this. Hope things improve for all of us SOON.
Funny! I'm glad you've had a personal experience with resurrection! My husband's best friend is an appliance repairman and I feed him enough that he's on call for the washer and dryer. Our stove is temperamental, however and will probably need to be replaced soon...I just pray it will last past these next few months of property taxes, income taxes, homeowner's insurance bill (in hurricane country -- three thousand dollars), car-tag renewals, etc.
Laura - Thanks for celebrating with me. :)

Jen - I love you, too. Thanks for "getting" it.

Sheila - I can't wrap my head around the knowledge that some people throw away perfectly good things but I suppose they do. Hopefully I'll be able to find such a deal before Jesus Dryer decides to ascend to heaven!

Candace - I'm laughing at your comment about Frank Zappa. :)

Susan - ...or a grilled cheese sandwich.

Sally - Thanks for the compliment. Thankfully, no Axe was involved in this particular miracle.

Stim! Best laugh I've had all day. You know that I'm always going to remember it whenever I see the Jesus Dryer, don't you? April Fresh? Bwahaha!
Shiral - I used to love The Far Side. I don't remember that particular cartoon, but I'm sure I'd especially enjoy it now. Thanks so much for always being so supportive. XOXO

hugs, me - Your comment made my day. Thank you SO much. XOXO

ellen - Thanks for the kind words. I love your suggestion about lighting candles for my appliances - too funny! But it just might work. :)

Bellwether - Sounds like we're both leading parallel lives. I honestly expected the stove to go before the dryer. Here's to both of us getting through this nastily-expensive time.
I hope you popped for a lotto ticket!
Maria - I did buy a lottery ticket! And I lost. Oh well. One miracle per customer per day it seems. :)
(Originally Posted On Open Salon - Editor's Pick)

Next time, don't bring Mom to a fist fight


FEBRUARY 17, 2012 9:41AM

Next time, don't bring Mom to a fist fight

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Like most moms, I've been with my kids as they've navigated life's milestone moments.  I have their first smiles, first teeth, first words, and first steps lovingly recorded in their baby books. 
 
As they've grown, I've chronicled some of their more poignant milestones, such as pet deaths, first girlfriends, and broken hearts.  Through them all, I've been there, ready to either celebrate or soothe.
 
Recently, my oldest son Ryan and I stopped at a local convenience store for a couple of sandwiches.  While Ryan waited at the deli counter for the sandwiches to be made, I decided to move the car to one of the gas pumps and get some gas. 
 
I'd just finished parking the car next to the gas pump when I saw Ryan come out of the store with our lunch.  I also saw a young couple, probably in their twenties, shouting at each other in the middle of the parking lot in front of the store. 
 
It appeared to be a pretty intense breakup.  She was shoving clothing at him and he responded by throwing and crushing as many things of hers that he could find.  One by one, he threw various items onto the asphalt including, oddly, a potted plant (doesn't everyone carry one of those with them to the convenience store?) and what appeared to be lip gloss and hand sanitizer.  I suppose nothing says "we're through" quite like crushed hand sanitizer.
 
Ryan made his way past the arguing couple  to our car.  He'd no sooner gotten inside when we both saw the guy shove his girlfriend to the ground.  In an instant, he was on top of her, pinning her down with his body and pummeling her face with his fists.
 
Another man tried to pull the irate boyfriend off of the girl.  As soon as he'd succeeded, though, both the boyfriend and the beaten girl turned their anger onto him and began punching him.
 
Before I could say anything, Ryan jumped out of the car and ran up to the fight.  He pushed the girl out of the way and subdued the boyfriend in order to free the unfortunate good Samaritan.  Thanks to Ryan's efforts, the man was able to escape, but now the crazed boyfriend was punching Ryan.
 
Nobody hits my baby. 
 
In what was probably not a very good idea, I ran up to the boyfriend and demanded in my sternest voice possible that he leave my son alone.  It must have been quite a sight: middle-aged me getting in the face of this badly-behaving jilted boyfriend.  Still, I must have at least been a distraction.  Ryan was able to free himself and pin the guy to the ground, an action that provoked hostility from the equally combative girlfriend.  She swung wildly at Ryan while yelling for him to leave her boyfriend alone because (who didn't see this coming?) she loved him.
 
The boyfriend was back on his feet and things were really getting ugly. Even though he was more than capable of defending himself, there was no way I was going to leave Ryan to fend for himself against these two.  I channeled my inner Mama Grizzly, shrieking and pulling at the girl to get her away from my son. 
 
Now in the middle of the conflict, I could see the girl's face.  Her nose was badly bleeding and she had a wild yet vacant look in her eyes.  She was high on something but it certainly wasn't love.
 
Coming face to face with her, my first thought was why would she allow someone to treat her like this? My next thought was that she was someone's daughter, someone's baby girl.  I'm sure her parents wouldn't want to see their child beaten by someone who was supposed to love her.
 
So, I did what any red-blooded, slightly out-of-her mind mom would have done:  I tried to reason with her.  "You shouldn't let him treat you this way. You're bleeding and your stuff is all over the parking lot.  Is this what love looks like to you?"
 
 She stopped trying to hit Ryan long enough to tell me what I could do with myself.  Let's just say she wasn't wishing me a good day. 
 
A petite woman, probably in her late-50's, came up to us and asked the girl if she was OK.  At the same time, the boyfriend, also under the influence of something other than love, staggered over and began screaming at the girl again.  The petite woman quietly suggested that someone call the police.  The girl heard this and flew into a rage.  "No one's calling the police!  I love him!" She swung around while punching uncontrollably, hitting the petite woman squarely in the nose and narrowly missing my own face. 
 
Any sympathy I'd felt for this girl was now replaced with anger.  I grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her away from the woman, surprised that she didn't fight me.  Several people including Ryan had formed a human corral around the boyfriend, separating him from the girl and rendering him harmless, if not entirely quiet.  He spewed every verbal yet incoherent assault imaginable.
 
Employees from the convenience store as well as a crowd of twenty or thirty customers stood along the edge of the parking lot.  A woman shouted that the police were on their way.  Another woman who was a nurse came over to check on the petite woman, who was speechless and in shock at having been attacked by someone she tried to help.
 
With the situation finally under some semblance of control, Ryan and I left the melee and went back to our car, still parked at the gas pump.  Four police cars with lights flashing pulled into the parking lot just as we were pulling out. 
 
                "That was pretty intense," I said to Ryan.  "But I'm proud of you for trying to do what's right."
 
                "I couldn't not do anything."
 
                "I know.  You're a good person."
               
                After a while, Ryan said, "Hey, I guess this was my first fight."
 
                "Yeah, I guess it was.  Maybe I should enter it in your baby book," I joked.
 
As a mom, I've always known that I'd do anything for my children. Apparently "anything" also includes abandoning all reason and jumping into the middle of a fist fight.
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Comments

Wow, that would have been too scary for me. My sweetie is not the kind of man to step into a fight. Once, walking with a guy (American) I met living abroad, late, through the city, he was bumped into by a surly man. Next thing I know, they are tearing at each other, and the guy was using my bag of work clothes to swing. The crowd broke it up, but I was horrified this guy I barely knew would do that. He was horrified too, saying he had never fought before, but the primal rage (he had just had his wallet stolen a few hours earlier) kicked in. I think drugs must fuel that in some, that primal rage. Thankfully, your primal mothering also kicked in.
Scary. You must be so proud that Ryan did do the right thing in this situation though - you are raising him well. Jacob had a karate tournament this weekend and got punched so hard he passed out from losing his wind. It was like I was teleporting I got down to that ring from the stands so fast. He's fine, but it was hard to see, and this was a situation with padded head gear, refs, gloves and all kinds of safety precautions! I can't imagine what watching your child in a real fight in the real world would feel like...I would have probably jumped in too!
Dangerous.
I've seen these peculiar public foreplay sessions before also.

911 isn't just a date on the calendar. Use it first.
Oryoki - Thinking back on it, it was scary, but at the time, I wasn't afraid. I acted before thinking because I was worried about my son. If either of us had known that drugs were involved, I don't think we'd have gotten ourselves involved. The drug factor makes it all the more unpredictable.

Laura - You probably would have jumped in, too. I can't imagine that any mother would be able to stand seeing her child in trouble and not do anything about it. I hope your son Jacob is OK. That must have been terrifying to watch!
alsoknownas - Although I know you're right, reason took a back-seat to action that day. Hopefully we won't find ourselves in a similar situation any time soon!
Lisa. Wow. Tears in my eyes. You are a wonderful Mama-bear who raised a great son. You should be proud.
crazy as it seems, I'm proud of you both!

he had to do what he had to do, which was humanly decent concern for that woman's safety. Being pummelled in the head by a guy pinning you down isn't exactly good for the brain. He could have easily killed her.

Your son is good and you, YOU are sensational. Mother's instincts were right on. I think I'd have done the same thing. I'm kind of hot headed and very protective towards my family.

It's great to read you again Ms K. **
There's a reason police officers especially hate domestic violence calls--they're incredibly unpredictable. Glad you and Ryan are OK!
As potentially dangerous as the fight was, lunch from a convenience store? That's taking your life in your hands.
Talk about pluck! I really admire Ryan's (and your) courage, and I'm so glad neither of you was hurt.
I'm glad neither one of you were hurt. It could have ended very badly. I wouldn't have been able to stand by and watch my child get manhandled either, but I'm not sure I'd be of much help!
Consider yourself lucky that the girl wasn't strapped. In urban environments (and coming soon to your suburbs) girls carry Glocks as often as boys.
Mari - Thanks for the kind words. :)

Foolish Monkey - Yes, that's it exactly. I always knew I was protective of my family but I never had to put it to the test. It's amazing how you just ACT. Thanks for being here.

Susan - I can't imagine being a police officer and responding to those kind of calls.

Stim - I know, right?

Diana - Nice to see you, my friend!

Jane - Aw, I love you too! Hopefully your son won't find himself in a similar situation. Who knew convenience stores were so dangerous? By the way, mine is still using Axe but it's the (one) kind I like. If you have to have an Axe user in the house, at least make him wear Twist. That stuff is seriously amazing!
Bellwether - I'm telling you, the fear evaporates when you think someone you love is being hurt. I think about it now and want to pass out though!

neutron - Oh, man, I never even considered the potential for being SHOT. Holy shit!
Wow. The Human Condition never ceases to amaze, both in it's insanity and in it's ultimate humanity. In one instant, a normal day goes from normal to surreal, and you get to see the worst, the best and most bizarre, all in the space of a few moments.

Ain't being human great? Your son sounds like a great kid. I admire someone who can do the right thing without wondering -- is this a good idea? 'Cause you know, somtimes it's not a good idea, but it's still the right thing to do.

I broke up a fight at a gas pump recently myself. Two black women were fighting over I have no idea what. I ended up blocking blows from both women, speaking loudly, "Ladies, ladies, I beg you, stop. Please stop, this is crazy. The cops are going to be coming. Come on now, stop, please I beg you."

Surprisingly, they did. My friend was standing there, mouth agape and told me afterwards, "There was no way in hell I was going to get involved."

I didn't even think it over. I just got in there and broke it up. Both women were taller than I. It just was one of those moments. Not nearly as strange and surreal as your encounter. It reminded me, though, how quickly normality can turn into insanity.

Drop of a sanitizer fast, you get me?

--r--
Lisa! That's all I could think to say at the end of this. Then, when you stepped it, it became a crowd chant in my head: LISA!LISA!LISA! You two are like a mom and son superhero duo - by the way that's a fantastic idea for a short story, and your story with it's clarity of goodness and the right kind of righteousness (that used to be associated with noble things (Righteous defender of mankind!) so exactly when *did* righteousness get dragged through the mud with its skirts all rucked up around its waist?)). I'm glad you didn't get hurt by that poor wretch of a girl. You did help - you both did.
what sandra said right above me, exactly, precisely. once ryan took off into the melee, you did what i would have done. asshats. glad you and your boy weren't hurt and that the cops showed up. whew.
ugh, good for you, and ugh again
I believe you did the right thing, both of you. The police would say differently, because of their experience with things going the hard way. But yes, do not mess with my child.
I'm glad that you and your son are unharmed, but what you wrote in your last paragraph is really an extension of the basic creed of motherhood.
♥
u tell the damnest stories and make them funny, not an easy trick
I used to get into fights like that all the time. Now I'm a lawyer and feel like I've gone soft. lol
You're the best! Brave and strong.

I've never even seen anything like that. (I try not to look at my next-door neighbors once they get loud ...)

Anyone who starts yammering - as they do lately - about women not being fit for combat should have to read this.
Wowee. Lisa stand back! I didn't realize how "ghetto" Lancaster was, smile emoticon.
In my full mom heyday, I was a grizzly too. Funny and engaging as per your usual, glad to see you. Our b-day is coming up, I am going to see BRRUUCCCEEE in Philly!!
I was afraid to read about bloody noses, fat lips, lost front teeth, and fist fights.
I followed . . .
rita seem tough.
I hold her skirt.
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I'm glad I read this.
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It's to sense . . . win
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learning
their favorite pro wrestler
writes haiku
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fun . . .
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Serious . . .
I wish we had time.
It's hard to read all.
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I sometimes pass bye.
Rita was my body guard.
She seems to exude sanity.
She's be fun to go brawl in:
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the local saloon/barroom.
I keep getting bar\invites.
Some women are/cuddly.
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I fear entering all alone.
I never wear any cologne.
I don't own any boxers.
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Underpants are scratchy.
I am an optimist/pessimist.
Play solitaire @/home alone.
That's way safer\but I thirsty.
I bet you'd be fun\@ bar stool.
Never drool at bar\@ my town.
No fall off the bars/@ loco pub.
Wow! So glad none of those who tried to intervene were seriously injured, but man . . . what a scene! It's gotta be a little bit nice to know, though, that not only do you have a good kid, but also that you've still got moxie . . .
Way to go Mama Grizzly. You brought him up well.
Rated. :)
On one hand, you're a momma lion. On the other, a naif. Smacking people around is not your thing, obviously, and perhaps you underestimate the skills of those who practice it. They have lots of experience, are much better at it than you are. Please take care.
What an intensely difficult situation to find yourself in. I think I would have called the police first, then try to determine what else it would be possible for me to do... It is very difficult to get involved, you don't know if it is drugs, or if knives or guns come out. The problem is always the need to do the right thing and personal safety. A young man vacationing in New York with this family several years back now tried to break up a fight on a train there. He died of knife wounds in front of his family. He was only a boy. I think the perpetrators were involved in a gang dispute. I don't remember now. You must be very careful. I am glad you and your son are okay.
Dunniteowl - Thank you for confirming what was my and Ryan's experience: when confronted with an awful situation, you don't think, you just act. I never would have expected to do what I did, and yet there I was. Unless you've been in a similar situation, you really can't know how you'd react.

Sandra - I'm beyond thrilled to see you here. Thanks for the uplifting words. XOXO

Candace - Thank you! Yes they were asshats indeed.

Julie - "Ugh" is right. Thank you for stopping by.

Diana - Exactly! When it comes to your own kid, no matter how old he is, you can't stand by and do nothing.

Ben - Thank you so much, my friend. I'm always happy to see you. XOXO

Rwoo59 - Which side of the fight were you on? At least now you could defend yourself legally!

nerd cred - There is definitely something primal that women are able to tap into.

Rita - You are going to see BRRUUUUUCCEEE? You lucky girl! Our birthday will be here before we know it, won't it?

Art - Oh my gosh! What a delight it is to see you in my comment thread. I'm glad you followed Rita here. Thank you! By the way, solitaire is my guilty pleasure. Nothing works better at turning off mind-chatter.
Owl - I didn't think about the moxie part, but you're right. I might be middle-aged but I'm not dead yet. Still plenty of fight in this dog (as long as I take my Aleve first and don't strain myself too much.) Thank you for stopping by!

She Blogs - Thank you! I am very proud of my son.

J Lynn - Thank you for taking time to read. :)

greenheron - You've pegged me pretty well. Honestly, I hate conflict in all forms but most especially violent ones. That's why it was so unbelievable that I acted as I did. I really think it was because my kid was involved. I don't want to ever witness anything like that again, though.

Sheila - There wasn't time to call the police. That guy was pounding on my son. If I took 30 seconds to call 911, he could've seriously injured Ryan. It was insane. I'm so glad that it all worked out OK. I hope that couple has decided to stay away from each other (and the drugs and/or alcohol.)
My mother instincts would have pushed me to do the same thing. I also would have been dialing 911 at the same time. Wow, Lisa. We mothers are such primal beasts. ~r
That is intense. So much drama in the world. It seems so many thinks it is okay to bring their laundry to the street for all to see. Thank you 'Jersey Shore'. But, a good bonding moment for mom and son.
Joan - Oooh, "primal beast..." I'm going to use that the next time my husband tracks mud in the house.

Brown Eyed Girl - You know, I didn't think about Jersey Shore until you mentioned it, but yes, it's insanity seems to be spilling over into everyday culture. Sheesh! Isn't it time for some positive, inspiring television?
Good for you... Good for that son of yours. I love his values and that reflects on his mother :)