Happy Fathers Day

Unless you haven't heard endlessly about this already, I come from a long line of classy Bostonian Irishman. My grandfather* is affectionately referred to as 'The Silver Fox', a nickname that I thought was unique to him until I was well into my teens, wherein I discovered everyone knows someone they refer to as 'the silver fox'. Until that point, I just assumed everyone knew my grandfather.

He is everything a stereotypical Irish grandfather should be. He's the perfect balance of quietly witty, and frighteningly stern. He watches college football, and listens to baseball on the radio. One of my fondest memories of him was when I was 15, and he told me while at a family party that I'd really filled out, then followed the comment immediately with, "Like, in your face.".

The Silver Fox is a beer drinker, but it seems like every time we go to visit him, we bring him a bottle of wine. Because that's what an 85-year-old man needs, a bottle of wine to go with his Sam Adams. Not being much of a wine drinker, he has developed his own way of determining how good a bottle of gift-wine is. A few minutes after we arrive, TSF takes the wine upstairs where I can only imagine he has a giant wine-related reference book, because there is no way he uses the internet (its a fad), and looks up the MSRP of that particular bottle of wine. How much he will enjoy his glass of wine is determined by the results of this research. Its an art. 

And so with that, let us raise our glasses of $1.33 beers to our fathers. May they remain in our lives so long that they achieve awkward cult-like followings.

*I would have written a post about my own father, but he knows how to use the internet, and therefore, may someday read this -- I love you, daddy!

Self Esteem

In your face. In ALL off your faces!!

That will be my mantra this week.

Future post topics: 'I got punched in the mouth today' and 'its not easy being mean'.

Thoughts on a walk...

I've been thinking of changing my name to Ralph. And then starting my own dog walking business. That way, my slogan can be "Dogs ask for me by name!"

Instead of a video post

I tried to video blog this morning, but the resolution was really low, and instead of trying to fix it, I just said, forget it.

So, instead, here is "Kim Speaks the News" in print: 

I was surprised when I found out about the Shriver-Schwarzenegger divorce. I thought the whole 'opposites attract' thing really worked for them. I think what disappoints me most is that just when I thought California had rid themselves of the Governator, suddenly he's everywhere.

And speaking of things I've heard enough of, Charlie Sheen has never been more popular OR talked about.  He'd like everyone to think he planned that. But we know he didn't, hes just crazy.

Theres more stuff I don't want to hear any more about, but I wont subject you to it.

In local news, there are parts of Sacramento that I don't ever want to visit at night. Although, it is nice to hear from a stranger how pretty I am, it sounds less sincere when they hit me up for money right after.  

Its Saturday

I definitely feel excluded from the TGIF excitement. I work on Saturdays, so when someone comes into the office on Friday, and congratulates me for making it through the week, I don't know what to say. Its like if a runner finished a race, and then jumped in a golf cart to taunt the people who are still running. Next time someone TGIfs, I'm going to pull their hair.

Home Town Pride

New England, you're my home, but sometimes I tell people I don't know you.


Home Town Pride from Kimberly Warren on Vimeo.

Swear. Ta. God.

One person should not have to do this much to prove she isn't a racist.


IsweartoGodI'mNotRacist from Kimberly Warren on Vimeo.