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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.

To commemorate the celebration of my sister’s 40th Birthday, I’ve invited Mickey to share another one of his stories.

Take it away Mickey:

Hey, it’s Mickey again and at the request of Anita, I have got another story to tell you.

This one concerns me and a fair skinned beauty named Dawn who just happens to be not only Anita’s sister but also my fiancée. That being said, let’s get to the story.

It was a Saturday several years ago and not just the usual Saturday either, not for Dawn anyway. This particular Saturday was the last of two consecutive dance recitals involving her daughters Grayson, 7, and Sara, 5.

The girls were in three dances a piece and Dawn had to dress them for each and then go quickly upstairs to view each performance.

During one of her ventures up the stairs she turned her ankle. Well let me just tell ya, my Dawnie doesn’t take to pain very well.

She did manage to get through the recital but when I got to her house afterwards I could tell she wasn’t in the best of moods. So being the thoughtful fellow that I am I told her I was taking her to the movies and then dinner.

Her mood lifted slightly as we headed out the door. Once at the movies, I got my usual, tub of popcorn and drink. The movie we were going to see was Fracture with Anthony Hopkins. We settled in to our seats and seeing a smile come to Dawn’s lips all I could think was, “Mickey you the man!!”

Alas, her mood changed during the course of the movie. Dawn just could not seem to get comfortable; she kept changing the way she was sitting. I thought I was sitting beside a three year old the way she was squirming!

I asked her what was wrong and she said her ankle was hurting her. Also she said she had been so busy, she hadn’t had time to eat lunch. I thought the popcorn was lunch but she said it wasn’t, go figure.

The squirming went on for a little over an hour when Dawn abruptly stood and told me she was going to the bathroom. I asked her if there was anything I could say to help her but she said she was fine and would be right back.

My thoughts of concern quickly shifted to the movie and popcorn and without the fidgeting going on beside me, I  lost track of time.

I was totally engrossed in the movie when a tap came to my shoulder, with my jaws swollen from a hand full of popcorn I looked up to see two attendants standing over me. Reverting back to my younger days, I panicked, wondering what I had done wrong. The thoughts quickly faded and I said “what’s up?” coolly, popcorn falling from my mouth.

They asked me if I was with a blonde who had on blue jeans and red sandals.

It was then I realize after glancing at my watch, Dawn had been gone about 20 minutes. I told them I was.

They said she was laid out in the women’s bathroom and would I come with them.

As I filled my mouth with more popcorn (I must have looked like a pig eating from the trough) I knew I had to make an important decision; to stay or go. I mean that movie and that popcorn were getting really good!

Well the good angel on my right shoulder won out, I reluctantly sat my popcorn down and followed the attendants out the door.

When we got to the women’s bathroom, I peeked in and the sight my eyes beheld was right out of Wizard of Oz!!!

There protruded from one of the stalls were two legs and feet. The feet were adorned with red shoes. Those of you familiar with the Wizard of Oz should be able to recall the scene when Dorothy’s house lands on the wicked witch, her two legs and red shoed feet were all you could see.

I walked over to the stall and peered in.

There laid Dawnie sprawled out like a mummy between the toilet and paper holder with a huge black eye!

She said she had fainted from the pain in her ankle and from not eating. I asked if she was okay; she said she was fine and that she was going to lie there for a while.

She did look comfortable lying there with her head beside the toilet, the paper unrolled to where it was almost touching her mouth, (it was actually moving from her breath), clicking her red sandals together.

As I looked down at her a thought went through my head. “Man if I only had a camera because this was definitely a Kodak moment!”

Although the sight was priceless and trust me it was, I knew I had to get my Dawnie out of there. I reached down and pulled her up. Once up she said “weeeeeeee!!!!, let’s do that again!” I thought about it but I figured I had her up so I better keep her that way.

The attendants and I walked her down to the fountain area of Palace Pointe where we sat down and waited for the EMTs to arrive to check Dawn out.

After their arrival, the EMTs gave Dawn a thorough checkup, Dawn being a good patient, was asking for medical advice for every ailment she’d had for the past several years.

Everything checked out fine other than her blood pressure. Seems Dawn has always had very low blood pressure and after checking it three times the EMT told her if she had not been talking and breathing he would have figured her dead!

Dawn then went in to the long story about her low blood pressure.

I tell you the truth; she talked more in that time with those EMTs and Palace Pointe attendants than she had in the past year and a half we had dated!

When she finally took a long breath and was quiet for a minute, the EMTs seized the opportunity and said they had to go.

They helped me board Dawnie in my car and bid their farewells.

This story did have a happy ending though. Palace Pointe gave us two free movie passes. And you ready for this! FREE POPCORN and drink to go with the passes!

Oh yeah, lest I forget, Dawn was okay too!!  Well other than the twisted ankle, black eye, bruised hip and the knot on her head she got during the way.

It is my pleasure to introduce Mickey Glasscock as my guest blogger today.  In this picture he is saying, “You wanna “piece” of this?”  I wouldn’t mess with him.

Here’s his story about a hairy situation:

Hello my name is Mickey, an average guy in a topsy turvy world.

My future sister-in-law asked me to share a story about myself that happened several years ago.

I was 27 years young, enjoying single life and the club scene.

When my buddy and I went clubbing we would always dress to impress from the clothes on our back to the shoes on our feet.

I also made sure my hair piece was freshly washed and smelling good. Oh yeah, I wore a hair piece back then.

You see I began losing my hair when I was a senior in high school and by age 24 it was gone!!!

A baby’s bottom had more hair on it than the top of my head did. This was a very hard thing to live with at such a young age. The only time I didn’t have a hat on was in the shower and the bed. Believe you me it was rough times!!

Then I saw a commercial for hair pieces from a place in Raleigh and the rest was money in their account.

My “piece”, as I liked to call it, was removable. It fit to my existing hair using three clips (one on each side and one in the back) and velcro in the front. I had individual velcro pads which I stuck, two at a time, to my fore head (it made me look like a martian). After clipping the three clips to the sides and back, I’d pressed the front of my piece to the velcro pads and I was red to go!!

This gets me back to my story which was me and my friend going clubbing.

It had been a couple of years since I started wearing my piece so I had confidence in the way I looked when going out.

On this particular Saturday night we were going to a club in Raleigh.

Upon entering the club, my buddy and I went our separate ways and it wasn’t long afterwards I found myself dancing with a fine looking philly. I don’t like to brag but I felt I was a great dancer and on this particular night, I was really grooving.

The philly I was dancing with couldn’t take her eyes off of me; it was as if I was mesmerizing her with my moves.

Not only that but I also noticed people standing off the raised dance floor watching and pointing at me also.

Boy I thought, Michael Jackson and Elvis himself didn’t have anything on me tonight.

We finished that dance and three more before leaving the floor.

People were still looking at me when I saw my buddy motioning for me across the club.

With chest poked out and feeling like John Travolta in Saturday Nite Fever, I made my way over to him.

As I got closer to my friend, I noticed moisture in his eyes; it looked as if he’d been crying.

I asked if he were okay and after collecting himself and telling me he was fine, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pointed me at one of the many mirrors in the club.

You know, black lights used in clubs are amazing things, they make things glow and in this case it was my hair and as I stood there looking at myself, my head glowing in a greenish hue, I realized several things. The first was the tears in my friend’s eyes were tears from laughing at my green glowing head, the second was I probably wasn’t as good of a dancer as I thought because those folks and that philly were gawking at me for a totally different reason than what I thought and third and fore most was that you should never wash your hair piece in well water from your home.

Well-water contains mineral deposits in it, one of which is lime and these deposits aren’t harmful unless you decide to go to a club equipped with black lights!!

Well, even though the laugh was on me that night, it didn’t stop me from having fun; I continued to dance and had a good time pretending it was my dancing the people were looking at and not my glowing green hair!!!

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