Kevin N. Murphy

5′9 + 137 lbs.= Attic Rat. Story of my life.

Thank you, and please, are such great little niceties. Or maybe manners is the term I should be using.

The Sophinator is unstoppable at tennis.

Preoccupied. That’s an expression of validity.

I noticed I’ve been using my camera almost none.

I gotta admit, it’s a little early for me to be trying to post. I was to exhausted last night, however. I mean alright, seven thirty am not like it’s 4 or something. But my mind is still a little sweat logged from yesterday. Goal today, is to finish. What’s left? Everything! Hoora!

At this project I’ve managed to earn a nickname! Isn’t that fantastic. How great is it that people whom I do not know, have never introduced themselves to me, and yet I’ve seen for three weeks in a row every weekend have given me my very own nickname! What an unexpected gift. What perchance is this nickname you ask? COOKIE MONSTER! AHAHAHAAHAH! That’s so great. They call me cookie monster. The sister that started it will even have me wait while she finds me cookies, me, not everyone, just me, and then give them to me with my meal. Everyone one else just gets cake! It might seem logical to ask what I did to receive such special cookie treatment? C’mon now, it’s me. I just smiled and asked for a cookie once. The sister that gave me that name sometimes cleans the portalets, and I’ll walk out of one and not notice she’s there, but all the sudden I hear, “Hey cookie monster!” haha, cracks me up on the inside, Mom’s that adopt any kids and act like their mom are great. I need to tell her she’s been great for this project, whenever I’m just walking around in a tired daze, she always comes out of nowhere and says hi. I bet her kids love her.

Just so a few people know, my last post, was not about one specific situation. That’s the truth. It was about human tendencies. So if it seems familiar to your situation, “Welcome to humanity”. I do say that with a smile.

Guess what? They have a Starbucks down here with a 24 hour drive thru! It’s slogan is “Embrace Insomnia”.

And now something traditional:

I’ll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s alright till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin’ one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Saying “Oh, my true love are you well?”
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray says she’ll die,
If she don’t get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin’ from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
And she’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her Ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

I’ll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s alright till I go home.

Music, sweet music.

You can do that, and I know that you will.

Oh yea, I love my niece.