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I ran over the Duke University Rowing team–thus fulfilling an item on my bucket list.

I cross over Lake Michie (pronounced like the mouse) every day on my commute in to work.

And some mornings the Duke rowing team is practicing. And because I have a slightly warped mind I thought, “wouldn’t it be cool if they were under the bridge as I was crossing over so I could claim I ran over them?”

So every morning I watched for that perfect opportunity to meet my goal.

And then one glorious morning, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, the skies were gorgeous,the sun was shining and the rowers were rowing their little hearts out. I thought, this is my opportunity, if I slowed down enough I could time my crossing with their crossing. (Sorry to those folks driving behind me, but it had to be done) And, sure enough, it happened. I ran over them.

I couldn’t wait to tell people at work (and confirm to them my insanity).

But I couldn’t post my wonderful accomplishment because I didn’t have a picture

Yesterday, I saw the opportunity, pulled over on the side of the road, pulled out my iPad and snapped the shot you see above. If I could have been on the bridge, the picture would have been so much better.

Anyway, to you lady Blue Devil rowers, I’m sorry I had to run over you. But it looks like you survived.

My son made his trumpet debut at the “See You at the Pole” rally Sunday night with Standing in Chairs, the youth band at my church.

He gave me permission to post the video on my blog but not on facebook.

I asked him, “Why am I able to post it to my blog but not facebook?”

And he said, “Because no one reads your blog.”

Truer words were never spoken.

Encourage your children to attend “See You at the Pole”  on Wednesday to pray for our schools, our nation and for friends that don’t know the freedom found in a relationship with Jesus.

My video is a little grainy. Apparently, my little camera doesn’t do zoom very well.

I have two sets of glasses.

One set I wear to work.

The other set I wear to bed.


Because I watch TV in bed.

TV takes my mind off my day to day activities. Without it, I’d stay awake thinking about what happened that day and what is on the agenda for the next day. I’d think about things I should have said and things I shouldn’t have said.(I’m careful to make sure what I fall asleep to is wholesome–I don’t want to be subliminally influenced by what’s on. Usually, I fall asleep to one of my Jane Austen movies which serves a dual purpose).

So, every night I fall asleep with my glasses still on my nose.

Jokingly I say I need them for my dreams. But I’m sure I have perfect vision in my dreams.

My bedtime glasses are old. They’re not even the right prescription (no need to tell me this is wrong. I already know it is). In fact, one side is held together with duct tape(handy for just about anything).

Imagine my complete horror when, a couple of weeks ago, I got out of my car at work, walked toward the office building and noticed some strange object just off to the side of my field of vision.

You guessed it, I wore the wrong pair of glasses to work. The ones with the duct tape.

Now, I work in a nice place where the men wear suits and the women dress fashionably.

I suppose my true fear is that everyone would realize the truth about me–I am a duct tape-wearing kinda  girl. Which would make me an imposter at my job. Because we shouldn’t be wearing duct tape and clients may not trust someone wearing duct tape.

But I believe everyone needs a little humbling every now and then.


Shakespeare used a vocabulary of 54,000 words.

Today, we use 3000.

Our culture has managed to combine two words to make one new word.

I guess it was just too hard to keep up with two words.

For example: ginormous — from gigantic and enormous. Will this make the two words obsolete? Thus decreasing our vocab from 3,000 to 2,999?

I don’t know, but I saw this youtube video by John Branyan posted on Rachelle Gardner’s blog the other day and thought it hilarious and brilliant– should we call it brilarious? (Did I just invent a new word? Maybe I’m brilarious).

My son hates it when I beat him at Wheel of Fortune.

And when I have, yet again, bested him in solving a puzzle, he “storms” from the room in pretend disgust. As he leaves the room he yells back over his shoulder, “Why don’t you try out for the show.”

And I say “Because I don’t look good on video. The camera is not kind to me.”

I’d say, “Logan, does this TV make me look fat?”

To which my son would reply, “It’s not the TV, Mama.”

I think highly of my son. Very highly. (Cause he’s much taller than me. No really, I love my boy).

He makes me laugh.Which means I think he’s brilliant. Even though his grades don’t reflect his brilliance. He can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute.

He loves funny stuff –comedians, T-shirts with funny sayings or pictures, jokes, etc.

In September we took our annual Myrtle Beach trip.

While there we saw the Pirate’s Voyage, a new dinner show complete with high dive acts, mermaids and of course, pirates.

As we were walking from the parking lot to the show, I quickly snapped this picture, not paying attention to what I was doing because we were rushing to catch the pre-show. When we returned to our condo I checked my camera and lo and behold, this is what I had taken:

Yes, my son is wearing a Kool-Aid T-shirt. My little niece wanted to dress like him, so now we call him the Big Pitcher and her the little glass of Kool-Aid. For his birthday (aka Halloween) he could’ve dressed as the headless Kool-Aid man. Now that’s scary stuff.



I cried. I laughed. I laughed. I cried. I laughed. I cried. I laughed. I cried.

I was, figuratively speaking, on a roller coaster ride–Courageous, the movie.

I especially liked the “snake king” gang scene. INTENSE, let me tell you.

The best yet put out by this group that made Facing the Giants and Fireproof.

It happened to my sister.

So it came as no surprise when it happened to me.

I’ve always told my sister that we have tired blood. And I proved it this week.

I went in for a blood test–cholesterol, vitamin D, etc.

The first stick yielded a trickle of blood that practically stopped within seconds.

So, they stuck me again. This time at the wrist, in line with my thumb.

That HURT.

And I almost passed out.  And for all that pain–no blood.

They tried again in my other arm. First, at the inside part of the elbow(probably has a name, I just don’t know what it is) and then they tried on the top of my hand, and then at that painful part of my wrist(with my hand dangling down toward the ground so that gravity could help the process). All for naught.

I left without giving blood. Apparently I was dehydrated.

I’ve been too chicken to go back.

I was teased at work.

So when they asked me to lick the stamps for our team Christmas cards(just kidding, of course–at least I hope they were) I had a wonderful excuse–I don’t have enough Liquid Assets–An appropriate excuse in my line of work.

I wish I could give blood. If you can,  do.

Mickey (wearing his beloved flip-flops), Dawn and Grayson

Another story by Mickey Glasscock:

Ahhhhhh, does life get any better? Walking on the beach with loved ones during the evening hours of another glorious day in our Lord’s creation.

The sky and stars were hypnotic. Listening to the waves as they break on the sand and the smell of the salt air…. It’s as soothing as laying in the bed with the windows open as a child just after momma had tucked me in for a long night’s sleep…………….. Oopps, sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Let’s start from the beginning.

I love the beach and I especially love the family beach vacations we’ve taken over the past several years in September.

During these trips, several in our group enjoy late evening beach strolls. It was during one of these strolls that something very strange occurred and a story that I would like to enlighten you with.

I would always wear an old pair of flip flops on these evening beach walks but on this particular night, for some odd reason, I chose to wear my beloved Sketchers flip-flops, (if I ever wear them out, I plan to bronze them).

Once on the beach, our journey begun; I took off my flips and carried one in each hand.

As we walked I ventured out in the surf a little farther than the others, I was enjoying the salt water running over my feet and the sand squashing twents my toes.

I got to admit I was really enjoying myself when all of a sudden I was hit by one of those rogue waves. All two and a half foot of it hit me like a tsunami, knocking one of my adored flip flops right out of my hand.

I saw my flop floating a few feet from me, knowing time was of the essence I made a mad dash for it but to no avail; the ocean gobbled up my flip like my little Sara with a slice of watermelon!!

I was stunned and in disarray as everyone gathered around me to see what had happened. I whined and moaned as I told my sad tale of how the cruel sea had eaten my beloved flop but sympathy wasn’t in the cards that night. The responses I got were, “is that all?” and “you needed new ones anyway”.

I got to admit the crowd was tough that night my friend.

My lady friend Dawny wasn’t helping either, giggling at my heartbreak, telling me they are only flip flops. Well it was hard but I continued our journey with Dawny by my side. As we walked my sadness quickly turned to anger, how could the ocean be so cruel and how could the people I loved, especially Dawny, be so unsympathetic.

These were my treasured flips! I couldn’t take it any more, I turned to the ocean and with a mighty heave I hurled my other flop into the waiting mouth of the sea.

After doing this I turned to Dawn and my eyes said to her “there, how do you like them apples sister”.

She simple looked at me, shook her head and said “that was pretty dumb but whatever”.

Women, they just don’t understand, I mean I felt a lot better after my heave into the sea.

Alas, this feeling was short lived; we had walked only about a hundred yards further up the beach when my daughter, Amber, came running back to me. “Daddy, daddy!!” she exclaimed “look what I found!!”

Lo and behold it was one of my flips!! It had washed ashore, my prayers were answered!! But wait, where was the other one!

Then it came crashing down on me what I had done, as I stood there holding the flop to my head, Amber asked me what was wrong.

Dawn quickly provided an explanation, “Your daddy, being the intelligent person that he is, threw the other flip flop into the ocean”.

Boy the look them two gave me. You could have bought me for a penny and still got change!

Dawn was of no help as I stood there in my agony and defeated state. She extended the encouraging words “why don’t you throw that one in too, sad sack”.

Well, I aimed to please so again I turned towards the ocean and with another mighty heave sent my treasured flop deep into the bowels of the hungry sea.

I turned back towards my female loved ones with victory in my eyes, well at least I thought it was victory, Dawn and Amber mistook it for insanity because Dawn said in a monotone voice, “well it’s happened, your Daddy has finally lost it”.

Like I said, us guys love our women but we’ll never understand them. I contemplated about this as we slowly began walking, Dawn rolling her eyes at me every now and again, Amber running ahead to join the others.

Dawn and I had probably walked another hundred yards or so when I heard the ones in front of us yell out in excitement.

We walked quickly to them to see what the matter was.


There standing in front of me was Amber holding both of my beloved flops.

They glowed with ambience as she handed them to me.

She said with a smile, “Daddy it was amazing both of them were lying together in the surf, they must have washed up together”.

I was thrilled and astonished as I stood there looking at the sea soaked sandals. Finally, with eyes looking up and flops extended towards the sky, I exclaimed “how could this be?”

No one seemed to know until Dawn offered up her logical answer “The ocean probably couldn’t stand the smell”.

They all laughed and cackled at my expense.

Me, I was just glad to get my beloved flip flops back!  Which I still wear to this day much to the dismay of the one I call my Dawny.

Anita Here: Two and a half foot rogue wave indeed. Too funny! The pictures are all from last year’s trip. I’m looking forward to going back this year. I need more stories from Mickey.

There are two things drilled into us by the news media:

1) The earth is getting warmer

2)Americans are getting fatter

Something is wrong with those two items together.

I have learned in years past that fat is a good insulator, making humans better able to withstand cold.

Based on pure body size, I’m predicting we’re heading for an ice age.

It seems I’m more than ready.

Note: This post is supposed to be humorous for some of you folks who don’t “get it”.

Picture taken from my NC porch on March 2, 2009.

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