The Quiet Man — John Ford, 1952
My mom, pregnant with me, couldn’t sleep way back in the year of ol’ 1988. She turned on a movie with a nameless baby inside of her and thought when that fiery red head came on screen, “Mary Kate…”
Luckily for me, “Mary Kate” did not stick….nope, just Mary (though my middle name is Kathleen). The years following of Full House and the Olsen twins would not have been so kind otherwise…
She’s my music for writing this paper…
Stumbled across some photos from a hike with the family several years ago. As you can see, I’ve always had a deep attachment to nature…
Oh! Hey, Ralph!
Welp, there goes my productivity for the day.
Source: Laughing Squid
It’s just been one of those days, you know?
No sleep, a long day of work, and now that I’ve spent the last two hours watching demo reels from different aerial filming companies, I’ve given myself a bad case of vertigo. I’ve now run into several walls, a couch and the kitchen counter.
Pinballing My Way Through Life: the Sarah Samudre Story.
On an unrelated note…four months after this original posting…
This looks an awful lot like Chester, my mom’s dog.
This little butt began my morning by stealing pushpins from my wall and knocking down the pictures.
Sometimes I like to scroll through my sister’s archives…to remember their posts, to look at their lives…I miss them so much.
Claire’s life is now often filled with a little butt named “Frodo.”