Things about me
A while back, a Facebook trend asked members to list 25 things about themselves. Here’s some of what I came up with:
I’ve interviewed G. Gordon Liddy, Jerry Falwell, Rick Warren and Wolfman Jack. Wolfman howled for me.
I don’t see the big deal in breaking 100 on the golf course. Ask Mark, Bran or Teddy, I usually break 100 by the 15th or 16th hole.
I’ve run half-marathons and triathlons. When folks ask my time in an event, I reply, “Saturday.”
I just signed up for the Kentucky Derby Marathon. Pray hard. (Update, finished the marathon on a Saturday. Mission accomplished.)
I’ve lost 10 pounds since starting running again and am now the same weight I was in high school. Mary Marcia won’t let me outside during high-wind advisories. Saying that near a group of women can elicit the Glacial Glare of Death.
Somebody used to pay me to travel around the country and write about churches and missionaries who had cool stories to tell.
Mall stores don’t carry clothes that fit me. Don’t tell me about big and tall stores. They’re for big AND tall people, not big OR tall people.
I had Braves season tickets back when they were good. I was in Section 307 of Fulton County Stadium as Sid Bream slid home to win game 7 of the 1992 NLCS.
I was born in Spartanburg, S.C., the home of NASCAR legend David Pearson and Southern rockers the Marshall Tucker Band. If you’re looking for something more highbrow, I got nothin’.
I know who stole the University of Georgia President’s Office 1987 Christmas Wreath. I’m not saying who, but I’ll never forget him wearing it around his neck, saying, “I never thought I’d win the Kentucky Derby.”
Once a Muppet fan, always a Muppet fan. Jake and I have an evening routine called “Milk and Muppets.” He downs a sippy cup of milk while we watch an episode from the first three seasons of “The Muppet Show” DVDs.
For a year I volunteered Monday nights at a 4-star restaurant to pick up cooking tips. Here’s one: Fresh ingredients trump everything.
I don’t get Stravinsky.
Our house has no front street. It’s among two rows of houses facing other with a courtyard in the middle. It’s a perfect place for Jake to play.
I met my wife through a friend from church, but it wasn’t until she attended a Christmas party my roommate and I hosted that the light went on. I pray it never goes off.
I grew up an only child 662.85 miles (thanks Mapquest!) from my extended family. I used to tell people my parents were from rural Arkansas. Then I realized that was redundant.
Lunch? Three words: Chick-fil-A.
Life’s too short to “play church.”
While skiing the slopes of Taos, N.M., I lost my clothes, wallet and keys in a lodge fire.
Shoe size: 14 AA. The only companies making dress shoes in my size are really proud of their wares. Prices start at $265. Mom once told me to get a great job so I could afford shoes.
Autographs I’ve collected (never bought): Mickey Mantle, Ted Williams, Willie Stargell, Sparky Anderson, Tom Glavine, Jim Rice, actor Fred MacMurray, cartoonist Doug Marlette, political commentator Tim Russert and Andre the Giant.
Happiness is watching Jake eat a hot Krispy Kreme doughnut.