About a month ago Kate Bourland bestowed upon me the wonderful honor of a Me-Me nomination. In true loan officer fashion, I closed this transaction in 30 days. Here we go folks.
A Handful of Things You May or May Not Want to Know About Me:
1. A life supply of red pens. Before the mortgage biz, I actually taught high school English for 12 years. Loved almost every second of it and I miss it every day. It's tough for me to read the blatant improper use of the word pairings there/their and your/you're from Active Rain members, but I'm learning to let it go. Or is it goe?
2. What lovely book ends. I've written a book. It's called GET BIG. I even got a publisher in Atlanta to pick it up, but I haven't had time to revise it. The main character is a skinny high school kid that gets bullied and then begins to lift weights to exact his revenge. Yeah, I know. Just finish the thing.
3. The sound of music. I've composed a CD of grammar rap and guitar songs. See #1 and you'll know why. Eventually, my disc Grammar Tyme, will be released and such hits as Capitalize Me, Silent E, Dear Webster, and It's All About the Dickinson will fill the airwaves. I even have a rapper persona named Tic Tac. Scary I know, but my students loved it. And I know the rest of the world will too.
4. Keep it in the family. I have an amazing wife of 8 years named Meadow, and a 10 month old son named Tyson. They are the drivng force behind everything I do. I really couldn't ask for anything more in life. We enjoy boating, tennis, snowboarding, drooling, eating with our hands, playing peek-a-boo, and swimming.
5. Get a job. I've been a lot of things to a lot of people. Just to name a few: hotel dishwasher, camp counselor, golf course maintainer, dental assistant, grocery store clerk, lifeguard at a Days Inn, personal trainer at Bally's, snow shoveler, restaurant manager, copy writer for a novelty item company, teacher, tutor, mold injection machine operator, door to door greeting card salesman, newspaper subscription telemarketer, housesitter, floor sweeper for a steel factory, rock remover on a horse racetrack, and even a professional model. OK. I lied about the last one.
And now, in the glorious tradition of Me-Me-ifying, I am tapping the virtual shoulders of the following fine folks: