Thursday, February 1, 2018

You're not helping

I have this tick where I can't not try to finish peoples sentences.  I feel like I know what they want to say and I'm helping them out.  No one likes it.  But I can't stop myself.

For example:

My friend:  Remember that time when I fell...

Me:  ...into the drum kit?

Friend:   No..

Me: the bar stool?

Friend:  No..

Me:  That other time into the drum kit?  Wait!  Up the stairs?
Oh!  When you were walking up Fillmore?

That wasn't it either.  But you get the idea.  Its really annoying when people (me) try to guess where the story is going.


I wanted to tell the end of the story but all I remember is crying laughing saying no one falls more than you.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Your slime is called what now? In Crazytown

Lulu:  Mom!!

Me to Maisy:  Why is she crying?

Maisy:  So I named my slime Fat Patty Went On a Walk and then Lulu said it was stupid so I licked her cookies.


Wednesday, January 3, 2018

His honor

So pretty big news in our family, my brother was just appointed judge by the San Francisco County Superior Court.  Here is the official press photo.

But what I want you to know about Rick Darwin is that he is the most just person you could ever meet.  Everyone gets the benefit of the doubt.  He is thoughtful and fair and so hardworking as seen by his law career.  He has so many devoted friends and colleagues.  I just could not be more proud of him.

And he is also my brother, Ricky.

Congratulations San Francisco for getting this honorable man as a judge and congratulations, Rick for realizing another dream.


Monday, October 9, 2017

Conversations in Crazytown

Mostly these posts are about them but I heard myself saying this...

Maisy:  Mom what are you doing?

Me:  Going through my jewelry.

Maisy:  Why?

Me:  Because I want to sell it and run away.

Maisy:  Why else?


The best part of this exchange is "why else" like my reason is a given.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Where do you think you're going?

I say that to my kids sometimes.  Like, hey you didn't ask me so why do you have a foot out the door?  But this post is not about children for once.  It's about shopping.

I've noticed recently that whenever a friend mentions an upcoming trip or event that they need to dress for I'm always like "I've got just the thing!"  And I do!  Last minute wedding in Phili?  Got you.  Trip to Portofino?  Yep got the dresses the hats and the bags.  Funeral in Maine?  Please wear this.  I think my friends are equal parts psyched and alarmed because some of these items have never been worn by me.  Why do I have the perfect outfit for a bike tour of Napa?  It's kind of weird.

It has happened enough times now that I see that I buy clothes for other peoples lives.  In a world of primarily cut offs, t shirts, flip flops and hoodies I ask you.  Should I actually start wearing the clothes I love and look like a lunatic?  Or should I stop shopping and start donating?

I have everything needed to recreate these looks.  And yet I haven't changed my shorts and tee since Tuesday.


Saturday, May 6, 2017


If you don't love this we can't be friends.


Saturday, April 29, 2017

Why bother asking

So I have a legitimately famous chef friend and I don't usually ask for her opinion about food (other things, yes) but I wanted to do a baked brie for something so this happened:

Me:  If I wanted to do a baked brie what should I put on that?  Something cheap and cheerful.

Her:  Either a marmalade or (I forget what she said here because it was so cheffy I couldn't even understand)

Me:  How about pepper jelly?

Her:  Sure.

circa we were knuckleheads

Me:  (the cry laughing emogi)

Her:  (internal shrug)