If you are not listening to yourself talk that is probs best

I was recently with a person who has a voice that makes my skin crawl and she is a talker.  Was thinking a bit about what it is about her voice.  It's maybe condescending or haughty I haven't really nailed the quality of her voice that is so maddening but it's the same whether we are talking politics or paint colors.  Then I thought I wonder what people think about the way I speak.  It wasn't a fun outcome.  I sound like a teenager from San Fernando.  I might throw in a few SAT words but for the most part it's all slang and abbreviations.  I call everyone babe and I say like like a lot.  What's worse?  She is a fake Kennedy and I am a fifty year old Valley Girl.  To be fair maybe that's why she is condescending.

Love,
Kristen

I'm a Weirdo Wednesdays

Oh crap!  Never mind I'll just go, sorry.

I think this is a form of social anxiety or maybe performance anxiety.  Anyway, you know when you are driving and you want to flash someone your lights to let them turn in front of you or let them know you just passed a cop?  I turn on my windshield wipers instead.  Every time.  And because I pull the thing toward me (to flash) it sprays my windshield as well.

If you happen to witness this, it's not what I meant to do.  I wanted to flash you my lights.

Love,

Kristen

 

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:  ...off 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.

Love,
Kristen

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

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.

Love,
Kristen

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.

Love,
Kristen