Sean McCormick

Well lets see..... where in the world do I begin with this guy.....First of all, let me introduce you to Sean M McCormick. Sean is my first cousin but I would say he is more like my best friend. I don't remember to much before kindergarden so that is where I am going to begin. Grab yourself a chair cause I'm telling you..... I have a lot to share with you about this guy.

It all started when dad had to have his first heart surgery. Mom was going to be traveling back and forth and since I was so little back then- I needed someone to stay with. This was not a weekend surgery by no means, this was going to take 2 weeks for surgery and time to heal up enough to come home. As a little kid I didn't understand much about what was going on but I knew dad was sick and I was to stay with Sean until he returned. This was during elementary school too- so we went to school and then back to his house to play. Back then us kids didn't have all these high tech video games- we just played outside... whether it was hide and seek, riding bicycles or playing in the dirt. That was good fun. Shoot I can even remember us daring each other to try tasting dog food... dry dog food that is, not the mushy food in a can... yuck... What I remember the most was the house where Sean lived at the time- had a big magnolia tree with the limbs all the way to the bottom. We use to climb that tree all the time to see if we could get to the top. I think Sean had him a secret little invisible tree house up their cause he could always climb higher than I could. I was a little afraid of heights but he could hang from them tree limbs like a little monkey. We had a lot of fun no matter what kind of mischief we got into. When dad was well enough to come home, I was ready to go home as well because I was the one sick by then. I was missing my dad and wanted to see him. After dad started feeling better we were back to our monkey business.

I even had brotherly feelings for Sean. Ever since I can remember he seem to have trouble with Asthma and when he would get a little sick from it, then I would start to feel bad. I won't never forget the accident he had on my go cart... In 1982- I got a sweet racing go cart with a 5 hp motor for Christmas. Sean and I were riding in the bed of dads truck going who knows where... when we started planning out a go cart ride once we got back. Well, that dang thing had been acting up a little lately but like I said we had it all planned out... what to do if this happens or that and so on. Sean was to go first so I yanked the rope and that stupid go cart took off like he had it floored. There was no way that could have even happened cause when it took off so suddenly- it threw his legs up ... well there he goes ... wide open. The one thing we forgot to plan.... was how to get that retarded go cart to stop... we got our answer around the first turn. WHAAAP... I started running to see what happened and there I found my friend had hit a big pine tree. He also had a huge knot on his forehead from where he hit the steering wheel. I felt so horrible.... but he was OK.. After that crazy accident dad was going to try to fix it. So we started it and off it went again... only this time it was ghost riding. We watched that thing go all over the place like a mad man behind the wheel.... for a minute I thought dad was going to shoot it with the shotgun. He was worried it was going to go run into something expensive and make a mess but it finally turned over. Well he fixed it alright...needless to say that was all she wrote with riding the go cart. Our next adventure was on two wheels ..... so be sure to read on below.

Learning to ride

Like I said, our next adventure was on 2 wheels and what an adventure it was. After that stupid go cart scarred the buttons off dads shirt he decided to invest into something with out a motor...this is where the bicycles came into the scene... and since Sean had a bicycle... we were all set. We went all over the place with our bikes... but there was one small problem.... I didn't know how to ride it. I dunno... I tried to pedal it but I guess I didn't have any balance... so I pushed it. Yes that's right... I pushed it while all the other guys could ride. I could almost keep up to... If there was something to jump , then I pushed it over and made it jump- if there was a mud hole to go through, then I pushed it through the mud hole. After pushing that bike all over the yard day in and day out, I believe everyone was starting to feel like it was time I learn how to pedal that dang bicycle. Well Sean had this really small bike at the time and I thought it was the right size for me to get started on. Within the first try, I pedaled that bike like a pro.... After a few more laps of riding -I was eager to get home to show mom and dad. It was almost like a fourth of July celebration for a little while. The time had arrived... I finally knew how to ride a bicycle. You know I have to say... It was much easier and way more fun to ride my bike than pushing it... hey... I was starting to get kind of tired of mud splashing on my legs when I pushed it through them mud holes. Since I knew how to ride, Sean and I started riding everywhere a bike could be rode.



It really depended on where we were at but behind his grandparents house back in the woods a little, was a trail we loved riding on. I even think it was Sean who came up with the name... we called it burn-out alley. This trail was graced with a steep hill and a root on the left side for us to hit so we could get some air and then the rest was down hill so we could go as fast as we could. We had the greatest times back their trying to jump that hill. That place was the crossroads to our little kingdom. We had a another cousin that lived little further in the woods that would sometimes join us but the majority of the time it was just Sean and myself. I remember there was also a huge boulder stuck in the ground we use to go to.... it was like an adventure to get their. We had to take a different trail with big rolling hills to get their but it was well worth the journey. It felt like nobody else on the face of the earth knew about it except us. We called it the big rock. You know, I guess that's why it felt like Sean was my brother instead of a cousin ... no matter what we done, we had the best times. For us, growing up in Lilesville was better than any other thing we could have ever imagined. We never sat around and wished for something else. We had everything a kid could possibly want. Now that I'm older, I look at the kids playing around the neighborhood and I start thinking, man you don't even know what fun is, such a shame you will never experience what I got to enjoy as a kid. I find myself zoned out a lot thinking.... how I wish times didn't have to change- and how I miss the fun times I had when I was growing up. From the time Sean and I were climbing the magnolia tree up to this day- I can honestly say we had some adventures that most people would say were crazy- but to us ...... it was life as a kid....don't get uncomfortable yet- there is still lots more to come. Keep on reading to see how it was when we got older....

At Seans house

Once again, I must say how we never ran out of things to do while we were growing up. It was almost like Lilesville belong to us at times. I said earlier that it depended on whose house we were at when it came to what we done. When I stayed over at his place- we use to ride our bikes back behind his house where a logging company pushed out several roads. It was so much fun to ride back their and see where the roads would lead to.... now that was an adventure. While riding back there one day we found a cool looking creek and decided to follow it a little. Once we done that one time it was all she wrote... we had found another venture to explore. We called this one creek stomping. We would even plan these events out sometimes.." I get off the bus and get my clothes and I will ride my bike over and then we will hit that creek behind your house".... We would put some old clothes on and head out on our mission.... and that was to see how far we could follow the creek....if you have never done that before then you have no idea what you are missing.... you still don't get it do ya... sometimes there would be obstacles in the way and we would have to crawl in the creek and go under bushes... or cross an old log that had fell over so we could get to the other side. There was even big cliffs we had to jump off of so we could get to better grounds... we were like forest rangers or something.... that was an absolute blast... It may sound lame to you but it was one heck-of-a-time. We got to see cool waterfalls that nobody on the face of the earth got to see..old abandoned houses, old cars- just left in the woods to rot. I would even do stuff like that now... except for the jumping off cliffs- I don't think my knees would handle impact. If we didn't go creek stomping we just rode our bikes around the house- or playing games on their computer. I know I've said it a hundred times but I'll say it again- If I only had camera back then. Well don't stop reading now... you are to far into it ...read on below.

At the Bunns house

When Sean would come over to my house or should I say my parents house- we had several options to choose from. Since I lived next to his grandparents and burn- out-alley was behind their place... we never had idle time. I had a trampoline to jump on before hurricane hugo decided to trash- and I had this crazy thing about digging holes in the field beside the house.... so when he came to the house.... you guessed it- go dig some holes. It had a lot to do with living around W.R Bonsal and B.V. Hedricks mining operations and also when dad would take me to watch the draglines operate. Sean never did get aggravated when I wanted to dig holes or he did a good job of not showing it. You know I could really go a long ways with that but I already have a reserved spot for that story. What I really want to tell you is this game we came up with. It is by far the funniest game I've ever heard. The only thing played in this game was the cassette tapes.. We called it The fart game. If I remember correctly, one day we felt the urge to ... you know.. so we hit the record button and let it rip... we laughed so hard after several recordings- we just decided to leave the record button on. We would record anything....burps, gas, you name it.. it's on there. I have always heard laughing is good for the soul...I would say ours was in good shape at that time in our lives because when we listened to that tape -we would laugh until it hurt. You know we kept it clean cause at any time our parents were subject to listening to it. Back then we didn't know what being dirty was so it was not a problem. Basically, whatever we thought would be funny- that's what we recorded. This was back in the day when a double cassette player jam box was in style. I still have one of the two tapes we made and I hope I can find the other. The only thing is that when you try to listen to it- you have to turn the volume wide open cause those jam boxes didn't record all that good or either the tapes are so old. I'm sure that has a lot to do with it. Like I said ...if we got tired of playing at the house then we could ride over to Jessie May's and play a little basket ball or head out to burn-out alley. If I could go back in time and relive those days, I would do it in a heart beat. Well your still not done so keep reading cause were getting older... read on below.

Going camping

When Sean and I were growing up, we got sort of a treat after the school year was over. During the summer, our families plus another would head out to the river for a weekend of camping. This weekend was a time we both looked forward to. The first reason was simple... we were out of school ...but more importantly we had plenty of time to do the things we enjoyed the most. If you don't know what I'm talking about then you need to go back a read the other stories about our crazy adventures... Anyhoo, when we went camping, we done it right. None of this drive the camper out and unfold it like what you see being pulled behind vehicles. Oh no... we picked our spot on the river, loaded up our tents and other necessities and rode in our boats out to the site. We set the tent up and put the chairs out... that's it... rest and relaxation. Ah man, we had so much fun every time we went camping. We went skiing, swimming, fishing, took boat rides all over the river, built fires and then sat around listening to the wood snap crackle and pop while we talked and laughed the night away. I remember one evening we ( we- meaning us kids, no parents) were talking around the fire and a piece of wood popped out and Sean stepped on it. Ouch!!! There were no restrooms except the woods. We brought our groceries out with us so when it was time to eat, we either grilled out or had some type of cold food stored in coolers. That's good camping right there now...but what stands out the most to me was this thing Sean and I made every year. Here's the deal, I brought my shovel and Sean his .... we started digging up the sand from all over the site and throwing it into the water from the edge to as far out as we could go- with the sand above or just under the water. What we were trying to create was something like a runway.... so we could get back, take off running onto the runway and then leap into deep waters. You gotta think we were only 4 to 5 feet tall, so it wasn't like we had a 6 foot deep runway leading out into the water... work with me a little here now.. You know, it worked really well for us and yes- we had a name for it. This architectural formation was called Terd-ball Island.... and we were dang proud of it. Every year terd-ball island had to be created or else camping would not the the same. As time passed on we eventually stopped going to the river to camp cause we were getting old enough for junior high school. To go along with that, both Sean and I had graduated from riding bicycles. Our parents had bought us dirt bikes which was our new passion. From that moment on our camping trips were next to none. Even when camping was brought up, it was our dirt bikes that did the talking. However, the camping trips were some of the best times we've ever had- it was kinda like we had more important things to do, or at least for me... but on the other hand -I had so much fun camping that when we got back home -it felt as if something was missing. Even though the camping days were pretty much history I wouldn't change anything and although terd- ball island was never created again, it is always being created when I think back to those good times...why you ask...because that was just who we were. Long live terd-ball island.

The last dance

Things changed a lot when we got to high school. When I look back on my high school years.. it was really lame. I mean what do we all do, try to impress the ladies.. right... getting our license and all the other stuff that takes you out of your childhood and into your teenager years. We still remained close friends but you know how it is, you meet so many other people and we hardly ever had classes together. Doogie was always a bit smarter than I was.... I can remember when he would use a big word and I would like... what ??? Sometimes I would just roll with it so he would think I understood. In fact- the only thing I excelled in and Sean didn't was music classes. While I was dreaming of becoming a rock star, Sean was pursuing a military career.

So here we are all grown up and taking our leap into the real world. I have yet to become a rock star.. but Sean is well into his military career as a Marine. As I type this.. he is currently serving duty in Iraq. I would like to dedicate all of the stories I have wrote to Sean and Meilani and all of there families. I know this is a tough time but hang in there my good friend, our thoughts and prayers are with you. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about all the fun times we had growing up. Thank you for being my friend. As I sign off, I would also like to say to his family- Buck, Mary, Stacy and Stacy's kids(forgive me Stacy) and to his wife Meilani that is back home with there three kids awaiting his arrival. I wrote this stories because of the friendship I have with Sean... and I am proud to have spent my life growing up with such a fine outstanding guy. Thanks for everything... Brian Bunn

Gunny Mac, Doogie, Sean M McCormick

This is a tribute to my good friend Sean- Doogie- and Gunny Mac. Were all praying for you bro. If you have to... kick some rear end while your over their. See you when you get back. Brian

6-21-07

I don't know why but for some reason I have the worst time remembering peoples birthday except dads. The only reason I can remember his is because my birthday is June 12th... so all you have to do is twist the date around and there you have it... Happy birthday dad. He would have been 79.

For the next week or two, I am going to finish up on some stories I have been trying to get out of my system. I have so much to talk about with this guy but I am not going to post them until I have all of them finished. If I do, I might screw up the timing of the events that happened. I want to make sure each story is in line. I also promised his wife I would have them posted by the next time I send out my blog. Feel free to check in when you want because I have a few short stories I could post but I just want to dedicate the majority of my time to these stories of.......... I am keeping it a secret....

Fathers Day Weekend

What a great weekend! From the time I got off work Friday, till the time I laid my head down to sleep Sunday... was really good. For starters, I am getting off work around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.... now that alone makes me happy enough to turn flips, considering the amount of hours I was working. Shelly had to come pick me up from work Friday cause earlier in the week, I accidentally broke my drivers side window... so while that was getting repaired, we took a little cruise around Concord where we use to stay for old times sake and then ran a few errands.
Saturday was a blast because motocross riding at Andrews Motorsports was at its best. With all the rain we had through the week...with a little disking and churning, the track was premo. After putting in some hard motos at the track I came home for a little while and went back to Concord to meet up with some riding friends for dinner and listen to a band.
Sunday was a special day all by itself. I shouldn't have to explain that one since it was Fathers day but since I'm such a nice guy, I will spill the beans.... Shelly and I got up and went to church and then loaded up our bicycles and headed for L.A.N.C. In case I threw you off a little bit there, what I meant was Lilesville Area North Carolina. We spent some time with Mom and then took off riding our bicycles to town like my family use to do when I was growing up. While we were out we even stopped and watched a few trains go by and then came back home for some good ole country cooking.
Now that I think about it, I believe I got a good dose of almost everything I enjoy... I mean I got in some good riding, listened to a good band, learned something at church, got to spend time with Mom and Shelly and I did a little cycling around town like I use to do back in the good ole days... There was only one thing missing that would have made this weekend a perfect 10 and we all know who that would be don't we.. Mr. P.F.B. That's Mr. Pearl Franklin Bunn. Although he wasn't their in person he was their in spirit. As long as my heart is beating then so will his cause that is where he will always be. In other words let me put it to you this way;

1. price of 2 Bojangles sandwich combos before heading to Lilesville = $10.23
2. tank of gas before heading to Lilesville = $40.50
3. spending time with family and reliving the old days of growing up = priceless

Pearls Day

I think most of us already know what a special man dad was. When I say us- I mean family and friends. If you didn't know dad then you just haven't had the opportunity to meet him...period. The only stranger dad had was the one he never knew....If that makes any sense to you. You know... I could go on and on about things dad done for us and the impact he had on other people that knew him.... but instead of writing a story of all that.... I'm just gonna be plain and simple about it. Hopefully you will agree.... This is what I miss about dad:

• plaid button up shirts
• striking a match after farting
• driving him around pit roads while I learn to drive
• seeing mom color his hair and chest hair
• I'm old and frail, weak in the tail
• going hunting for squirrels
• going camping
• taking me to watch trains go by
• thinking he was crazy for having about 8 cane poles at the same time while fishing
• waiting with me while I wait for the school bus
• making all the cute girls laugh at the grocery store
• picking up Mr. Lee for church
• trips to Florida
• watching him cut up with uncle Tom
• hanging out at smith creek hunting club
• hugging the preachers wife
• scratching my back with his long finger nails
• watching him and mom shell peas
• tinkering around the shop
• the huge pumpkin he grew with manure
• riding in his lap on the tractor
• cutting grass with him on the back of the seat and me driving
• flirting with the nurses at the hospitals
• crying at my high school graduation while he hugs me
• him reading all those old western books
• it's colder than a well diggers butt in Montana
• taking me to watch the draglines
• tomato and mayo sandwich
• fried chicken with logs (macaroni and cheese) on Sunday after church
• levi garret chewing tobacco
• old chevy truck he called big foot
• old caprice classic he called betsy
• country music
• winston cigarettes
• watching him pull his false teeth out
• that sneaky ole grin
• doing the huckle buck under the apple tree
• having the preacher pin the tail on the mongoose
• delivering food to the shut-in during ingathering
• apples and peaches my butt hole itches
• peaches and plumbs my butt hole's numb

Happy Fathers day dad. Sure wish you were here. I didn't understand what love really is until I lost the chance to share it with you. I will always remember you. Thanks for the memories dad.. your son, Brian

City Slicker or Country Boy?

There is something about Charlotte that excites me like a kid getting a new toy- or these days a video game. It's like there is a vibe or some type of energetic feeling I get when I go to Charlotte. I don't know where it came from but I have always loved the big city and especially the lights from the towers ever since I can remember. When I was a kid- we would take trips to Charlotte to see my sisters.... and whenever we went through the city- I was glued to the window. I just thought it was simply amazing. There have been many times since I have moved close to Charlotte when I would be at a restaurant eating or even sitting in a parking lot in a complete daze- thinking about how cool it is to be living around the Charlotte area. It's like deju vu. I love being around the city because there is so much you can do. When I lived in the country I had to set aside a whole day if I needed to come to Charlotte for anything. Now don't get me wrong, I love the country too- there is something about living in the country that everybody should experience. There is so much peacefulness and quietness that it's very relaxing. I can remember there were times when I would get off work and would drive all the way to Charlotte just to buy a CD. I just had a feeling of.... this is where I belong or this is where I need to be. I would even buy a condo uptown if I could afford it but I would also love to have a nice home in Lilesville with a few hundred acres of land.... Wouldn't that be nice if we could have our cake and eat it too. Now that I have accomplished living around Charlotte my next goal is going to be a little harder to achieve. I want to go to the top of the Bank of America tower and look out the window at the city lights. There is even a restaurant at the top floor of one of these buildings I want to go to but you better be dressed in a suit and a pocket full of cash or either ready to pay off a few hundred for a meal on your credit card. Think I'm crazy........ well I don't . I'm just living a vision I've had since I was a child. I have always heard... never give up on your dreams.... no matter how big or small your dreams are.. just reach for the sky.

How I met Shelly

In August of 2003, I had the worst accident of my life, but from this bad accident I also discovered the best thing that's ever happened to me. This particular year I was working more hours than I care to think about... so my fun day at the track riding motocross was zero.... none. One weekend we had a Saturday off so I was eager to get some riding in and at the last few rounds is when I made my boo boo. Well I had a few weeks off work from that crash and burn needless to say. During this time I was renting a room in Monroe from a guy I use to be friends with. Shelly lived in the same neighborhood and would sometimes get together with us to hang out. I of course thought she was a hottie but my so called buddy didn't show an interest. Lucky for me huh.... while I was out with my cracked ribs, I happen to see her car at home and thought you know- the worst thing she can do is tell me to leave... or punch me in the ribcage at that point. So I decided to go for it. To be honest with you I had no intentions of hooking up. At this time in my life I was fed up with women cause I was healing from a bitter divorce. From here on out we just got together to grab a bite to eat..until we both knew we were interested. The rest is pretty much history. You thought you were going to get a long sappy story didn't you. Like I said, this story is how I met Shelly not what we done after we hooked up!!! I would be here all night trying to think of all that.....I will say this though, after a while of dating, we both knew that one day if we stayed on the same page we would get married. I was not in a hurry and neither was she. I think that was one of our greatest asset's... So one day while I was at lunch I decided to call her at work and see if she was interested in becoming a Bunn. I guess that day she was on the same page I was cause she said yes. If I didn't get her on the phone then I would have left a voice mail. None of that sappy get down on one knee crap... just a phone call. After all the junk I had went through with my previous wife, I thought I would never do this again. I can remember saying to myself... the only way I would do that again, she would have to be..... right here is where I pulled out my list of things. I guess you could say she passed with flying colors but at the same time you could say the same about me- cause her list was just as long if not longer. So here we are - 2 Bunns + 2 gether = 4 ever ha ha... boy that was cheesy .....

Shelly's new ride

I am not sure how old I was but there was a time when I was growing up where me, mom and dad along with a few other folks would hit the open roads of Lilesville. What a great town to ride your bike in too I might add... being it's such a small country town. We had a lot of fun when we all went riding. Of course the grown ups would talk about whatever flowed out their mouths but me and my buddies were all about trying to ride wheelies or you know... some type of showing off. I was also practicing my S.T.O.P. which means- sliding tires on pavement. That there is a Pearl Bunn original... I tell ya ... you should have seen us... Dad's bike was tricked out with a sky blue frame and fenders that almost went around the whole wheel while mom had the forest green frame sporting a little rust with the fenders, bull horn handle bars and a basket attached to the front. Now you tell me we weren't riding in style.

One evening, I remember getting chased by a big dog while we were out. It scared me enough to stop riding so dad made a batch of liquid burn-the-living-crap- out of your eyes. I don't know what was in it but it worked!!

You know what though, I was tickled to see Shelly get her a bike. It made me think about all those times when we use to get together and go riding. I hope she enjoys riding as much as I think she will cause I hear them open roads calling out...way down in that old country town... I call home.

Great Falls Mill

Remember these photos I posted a while back. As I mentioned before, this place always had my attention ever since I can remember. Well I my curiosity got the best of me.... so I did some research to see if I could find anything out... this is what I found.

This was an old cotton mill that was built in 1838 and was called Richmond Manufacturing Co. or the Richmond Mill. In 1865, during the civil war- General William T Sherman marched his troops through and burned it down along with several other places from the south. His attempt was to destroy everything that could be of aid and resourceful to the enemy. So he ordered his troops to burn down everything in sight basically. After the mill was burned by General Sherman's troops , it was rebuilt in 1869 and renamed Great Falls Mill. The huge water fall was still flowing from what I could figure but was dammed up to make a pond for a grist wheel. Great Falls Mill stayed in operation until the great depression shut it down in the 1930s and was then used to store cotton. Plans were to make a million dollar textile museum but in 1972 the mill caught fire once again and this is the ruins of it. Folklore says someone did not want this to happen and set fire to it for destruction... So here is my question. If that is true who did it and why. If someone did set fire to this place then I would say there is a good chance that someone is still living. That is the unsolved mystery. I am not certain someone set fire to it - it could be anything. I know one thing though, if they stored cotton in this place then I would say this mill was a huge furnace when it went up in flames. There is so much more history to this but I tried to narrow it down the best I could. I read most of these articles from a site called http://www.rockinghamremembered.com/YeOldeScrapbook2.html. If you want to check it out then you will have to look for Great Falls Mill links. This page has several links to click on but very interesting if you like seeing how things were in the old days. My next event is to go to Rockingham library and see what else I can find out about the Great Falls Mill. I will keep you posted if and when I find out something.

This is the best pictures I could find of Great Falls Mill after it was rebuilt in 1869.

Here are some photos I found while Great Falls caught fire in 1972. If I remember right ,it was Sunday, October the 8th.

The hardest part was leaving

The year was 2000 and I was faced with a very difficult decision. In fact the hardest decision I've ever had to make. Although my answer was clear to me, it was the outcome of my decision that was gnawing underneath my skin. In 1997, I got a call from a guy I knew through some of my guitar playing buddies and was asked if I would be interested in playing in a band. I knew these guys were good so I gladly accepted. After all, they had a CD out and were going to Brazil and many other places to play that following year. To make a long story short, after traveling back and fourth a couple of years two nights a week and on the weekends, a window of opportunity opened for me and I took it- but that meant moving out and relocating. I was on cloud 9 but the thought of leaving mom behind was eating right through me. Mom had already been through so many years with dad and his heart and then cancer with her next husband to where I wanted be there for her when ever she needed me. I was ready to take her with me but she would remain at the house I will forever know as my home I grew up in. That decision I made- to go forward with my dreams changed my life forever. I got to go places and do things that I only dreamed of- and had some of the best times of my life. I have always heard to follow your heart and your dreams and that is what I did. To this day I believe that decision is why I am here writing this to you. Who knows if I would have stayed home.... hindsight is 20/20.

I went through a bit of a mess before I met Shelly and thought my life was turning out to be worthless but through the good and the bad of it all I made it. I often find myself wondering why I had to go through some of the things I went through to get to where I am now. I dunno... I guess that was just my lot in life. I do know this, I want to live my life to it's fullest potential- to live a legacy-leaving nothing behind.... who knows maybe I can even be an inspiration to someone. If there is one thing I have learned in this life it would be to believe in yourself and follow your heart and your dreams and the rest will follow. Even when you go through the messed up times in your life- never give up and always believe.

Jump Start

This Saturday I had to go to the Art Institute for a program called jump start. I was hoping it would be a little more detailed than what it was but It wasn't a waste of my time either. I did get to learn a little about the school and their support system. It's basically just a program where they give you a chance to meet the students you will starting school with and a chance to ask any questions you might have. I get so excited when I go over there. This school is me all the way. The Art Institute is not a big university campus... its just a two story building with about 280 rooms. I also learned the web design director was a part of the 90210 TV series and the American pie movie. I absolutely cannot wait to start.This is going to be hard but I am ready for the challenge. I have to say thank you to my awesome wife cause she is the reason I am able to go through with this. She believes in me and I am so grateful for that. I love you sugar muffin... I promise I won't let you down.