The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.


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Santa’s little helper

Yeah, so, we took The Boy to see Santa and – well – it went better than last year.

Last year, Calvin wouldn’t even get out of the stroller. In fact, he wouldn’t even let us roll the stroller into the store where Santa was. We rolled in and immediately rolled out.

This year, The Boy was willing to at least be in the vicinity of Santa. He gave Santa a high-five, and he was willing to stand next to him. We were able to at least get an awkward Santa photo. I consider this year’s Santa visit a success.

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I love that you can see David is holding Calvin up in front of Santa for the photo op, and Santa is to polite to say, “WTF?”

A few of my coworkers have been asking if Calvin is super into Christmas this year, and when I tell them “no” they seem a little disappointed. They want to hear cute stories about Calvin freaking out about Santa and making Christmas lists or some shit like that. Each one that has asked has received the same answer: “He’s 3 and an only child. Every day is Christmas to Calvin.”

The Boy gets gifts practically every week from his ridiculous parents and his doting relatives. Christmas is just like any other day to him except the wrapping paper is more festive.

The one Christmas-y thing The Boy is into is the animated “Grinch Who Stole Christmas.” I put it on for him with the idea that he might sit through it once. Now we’ve been watching it on a nonstop loop for a week.

I think the animated “Grinch” has held up after multiple viewings. I’m still enjoying it. If I can help it he will never see the live action “Grinch.” Hell no, I would rather drink expired eggnog – such a terrible movie. So, The Boy really loves “Grinch,” and he is still really into the “Curious George” series, which I also think holds up after multiple viewings. I think Calvin has good taste. I didn’t think Elmo or The Wiggles were that bad. I’m sure there will come a day when he will be into something really dreadful. Or maybe Calvin doesn’t have good taste; I just have a high tolerance for crap.

Other random holiday things … Mighty, mighty good man David and I have decided that we want to create a Christmas village. Why? Because we are dorks who like to waste money and collect things. So, we bought our first building this year, and – duh – we started with the brewery.

I wish we could really brew beer in it.

I wish we could really brew beer in it.

And just in case you are wondering how nerdy can we get, I give you this photo of our Christmas Village’s first resident.

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The Sith Who Stole Christmas.

Ugh. We are such goobers. Maybe I can redeem myself by talking about beer.

We have a little market down the street from us – Monterey Deli – that sells a variety of craft beer. The owner is a cool guy. We tweet to each other about beer. The other day, when David and I came in he said he had some really good beer in the back that he thought we would like. So, we bought two bottles of Goose Island Bourbon County Stout, a bourbon barrel-aged stout.

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Goose Island Bourbon County Stout, aged in bourbon barrels.

He said it was good, and he was right. It’s really good, you guys. It tastes a lot like the Fifty Fifty Brewing’s Eclipse, but for nowhere near that price. We bought two small bottles, and I believe they were about $6 each. A big bottle of Eclipse can be as much as $35. We went back to the store a few nights later, and they were sold out. If you see some Goose Island Bourbon County, grab it. It’s yummy.

Also, The Good Hop in Oakland had it on tap the other night. I drank many glasses of it, and I am not sorry.

Oh, speaking of The Good Hop, they were kind enough to serve as the location for our Holiday Party for Office Misfits. My office doesn’t have any office party, and David works from home.  Some of our friends don’t have holiday office parties, either. Some of them don’t have holiday office parties because they work as freelancers and what not. Some of our friends work in an office that has a holiday office party, but then that means you would have to socialize with your coworkers and ew, no.

Hence the Holiday Party for Office Misfits was born. We decided to host our own holiday office party at The Good Hop, because it’s a totally rad place with amazing beer. The menu was office party inspired: a deli tray, and store-bought cookies and cupcakes. Guests were responsible for their own beer, because we’re not made of money, folks. Our party coincided with The Good Hop’s Ugly Sweater night, so it was quite festive. I didn’t wear my ugly sweater, because I’m a vain asshole. I wore a pretty party dress.

I think everyone had a good time. I know I had such a good time that I didn’t take out my phone and take one single photo. If you host a party but don’t post any photos on social media, then did the party really happen? You’ll have to take my word for it, I guess.

 

 


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OMG RAIN!

Yeah, so, it’s been raining nonstop for 24 hours in the Bay Area, which means everyone is losing their damn minds.

There are several hashtags, so you know it’s serious. #stormageddon #hellastorm #BayAreaStorm #deathstorm14 #stormwatch #itsrainingmen OK, that last one wasn’t really a hashtag, but I think you get the idea.

The storm was serious enough that most of the school districts in the Bay Area canceled school for the day. Calvin’s preschool did, too. I know, what you are thinking? Californians are such weather wussies. To be fair, there was a lot of rain. There was flooding all around San Francisco. Also, it was really windy outside, and a lot of neighborhoods lost power. Plus, it was so cold that I had to wear socks.

My bird bath runneth over. #hellastorm

My bird bath runneth over. #hellastorm

So, due to severe weather, preschool was canceled. The Boy and I spent the entire day in the house, because – not only was the weather crap so going to a park was a bad idea – but I had to work.

Gone are the days when I would spend an entire rainy day watching movies I wanted to see while sitting under a blanket on the couch. Now I spend an entire rainy day with “Curious George” streaming on Netflix, so my son can watch it, while I write copy about business cards. Good times.

By the way, if someone ever asks me “What is the key to parenting?” I could answer with some bullshit about love and patience, but the honest answer is Netflix Streaming.

Working from home when The Boy is home is twice the work. I’m writing content for all kinds of projects, plus I’m trying to keep the kid entertained. It’s exhausting. I’m trying to make sure that he doesn’t hurt himself or the dog, or burn the house down, while still trying to work. He watches some “Curious George.” We read a book. He plays with his cars. We read a book. He chases the dog. I chase him chasing the dog. We read another book. He watches more “George.” For some reason, I thought he would like it if I taped paper up to the glass door and let him draw. I was right.

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And in between all that, I try to get some work done. I tend to finish everything I need to, so that’s good. I feel bad for The Boy during days like today. It sucks to be cooped up in the house all day, and his only playmate (me) is distracted.

Mighty, mighty good man David works from home so usually we are able to kinda tag team watching Calvin during the work day; however, David is traveling for work again this week. He’s in LA, where I’m sure it’s 78 degrees and sunny even at night.

When David is away is my time to watch depressing documentaries at night after The Boy goes to bed. Last night, I watched the second episode of “Luther” starring Idris Elba, because I like cop shows. Also, Idris Elba. Sigh.

Tonight, I will be listening to episode 11 of “Serial,” because I’m addicted to it. Oh, that reminds me, if you like podcasts, David and I are podcasters now. All the kids are doing it. You can learn more about our podcast, “Old Movies, New Beer,” riiiight here.

 


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Old Movies, New Beer: The Bishop’s Wife, The Man Who Came To Dinner and Anchor Steam Christmas Ale

Yeah, so, this week’s Old Movies, New Beer podcast is up. We’re talking about “The Bishop’s Wife” and “The Man Who Came To Dinner,” and we’re drinking San Francisco’s very own Anchor Steam Christmas Ale. It’s good.

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The podcast was slightly delayed due to illness. Mighty, mighty good man David and I both had colds, but – not surprisingly – my cold lingered, because my immune system is crap. Lucky me!

Trust me, no one wanted to listen to a podcast of a congested, coughing, whiny lady talking about holiday movies and beer that she can’t really taste. I’m glad we waited until I was feeling better to record. When you listen, you will probably pick up that I’m still a little congested, but it’s not too bad … I hope.

So anyway, I hope you enjoy the podcast. If you like it, don’t like it or REALLY don’t like it, we would love to hear your feedback. So, please feel free to comment on http://www.oldmoviesnewbeer.com or send us an email at cheers@oldmoviesnewbeer.com.

 

 


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Only in my dreams

Yeah, so, I don’t want to be one of those bloggers who writes about her stupid dreams but …

The other night I had a dream that mighty, mighty good man David wanted to take naked photos of me. I think he wanted them to be Christmas themed, because there was fake snow around. I know. Weird, right?

So anyway, in the dream, David asked if he could take naked photos of me, and I said, “Only if you Photoshop them after.”

That right, folks. Even in my dreams I don’t have self-esteem.


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Our Cookie Monster

Yeah, so, we all have our favorite food that makes us really happy.

Mine is a burrito. Man oh man, I love burritos. I would eat a burrito for every meal if I thought it wouldn’t make me a massive fatty before killing me.

The Kid has quite a few favorites. He likes crunchy things, and he really has no interest in candy. All of his Halloween candy was eaten by mighty, mighty good man David. The big favorites are popcorn, graham crackers and Cheerios. But the top, #1 favorite that makes Calvin really freak out and earns the biggest smile is a cookie.

Lately, David has been placing a cookie in an unexpected spot for Calvin to accidentally come across. It’s really funny to us every time. EVERY TIME. Sometimes David hides it in a little toy car; sometimes it’s sitting on Calvin’s favorite book; sometimes David just puts it on Calvin’s plate when he’s not looking. “OH MY GOD! You have a magic plate.”

Calvin has this awesome reaction every time. He gasps and points at it, “It’s a COOKIE!” The smile couldn’t be any bigger. Then he picks it up and he smells it like he is really going to savor this.

smellingthecookieAnd then …

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As long-time readers of The Sonia Show know, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Why? Because any holiday that’s all about eating and drinking and I don’t have to buy gifts is pretty OK in my book.

One of my new favorite Thanksgiving traditions is watching the Thanksgiving parade with David. I love the Thanksgiving parade. It’s cheesy and ridiculous, which is why it’s awesome. David thinks it’s cheesy and ridiculous, and he hates it. So, check out my Twitter for random comments from David about the Thanksgiving parade. They are the best.

Happy Thanksgiving, you guys!

 


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Six years

Yeah, so, six years.

Six years ago, I met David. I’ve written a lot about all the things that happened (cancer, mastectomy, baby, roller bladers). In all seriousness, my life would suck without him. I’m super lucky to have such an amazing partner.

I wrote about our first date the next day on my blog. Of course, what I didn’t say in the blog post was how I knew immediately that I had found my mighty, mighty good man. I called my sister the next day, and I said, “This is the guy.”

OK, enough mushy stuff, I’ll just get the part that everyone likes: Then and now photos.

Then: December 2008.

Then: December 2008.

Now: October 2014

Now: October 2014


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Bed Again

Yeah, so, mighty, mighty good man David is in LA this week for work, so it’s been just me, The Kid and The Dog.

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I know it looks like he is trying to eat Homer’s head, but he’s actually kissing him.

Here’s a few things that happen when David is away:

  • Calvin and I will have popcorn for dinner at least one night, because I’m a lazy terrible mother, and popcorn is delicious, and it makes everyone happy.
  • I will watch a documentary that is super depressing – probably something about how all the food I love is slowly killing me or about how our justice system is jacked up.
  • I won’t sleep very well, because I will convince myself that every noise I hear is someone breaking into the house to murder us, and they will never catch the guy who did it, because our justice system is jacked up.

So anyway, I need to update you guys on the bed transition, because I know you have been wondering about it. We got The Kid a twin-size bed, and he loves it. He is no longer sleeping on the floor. See?

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The floor was pretty cool, but this bed is way better.

Are you wondering what that thing is next to him in the bed? That’s his mobile. It projects happy animals on to the ceiling and plays music or nature sounds. He has had it since he was a newborn, and he LOVES it. Seriously, it’s the best thing we bought for him. We ditched the mobile part very early on, and just used the projector. He has been looking at it for three years now, and he still loves it. When we switched to the bed, there is no way to hook it up so it would project onto the ceiling. It turns out it doesn’t matter. He sleeps next to it, and the happy animals are projected onto the wall next to him. He loves to get into bed and turn it on.

So, the transition to the new bed is complete. He doesn’t even try to leave his room. He just sits in the bed and reads. A few times I’ve heard him get up around 9 p.m. and turn on the light, and he reads his books. Later, he will get back up and turn the light off, and climb back into bed … you know, like a human being would do. He thinks he’s people. Cute.

So, yeah, I bought a new jacket a few weeks ago, but because San Francisco doesn’t do winter until July, I haven’t had a chance to wear it. Lucky for me, it is actually rainy and cold this week, so I finally got to bust it out.

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Happiness is a new coat.

I didn’t really need a new coat, but I put this on, and I felt like it was made for me. I love it. Also, I had a Macy’s gift card, so it wasn’t like it really cost me anything. Thanks, Mom!

 


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Old Movies, New Beer: Flash Gordon and Green Flash Brewing

Yeah, so, the second installment of our podcast, “Old Movies, New Beer,” is up riiight here. We talk about “Flash Gordon” while drinking Le Freak from Green Flash Brewing.

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Strangely, I had never seen “Flash Gordon” so I had some thoughts and feelings about it. Also, I sing on the podcast. Consider yourself warned.


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It’s bedtime

Yeah, so, things have been going really great with The Kid. We have a little nice, little thing going, and our bedtime routine was dialed in to the point where mighty, mighty good man David and I had time to launch our much-discussed podcast (which you should listen to). So then I thought, “Hey. Let’s totally ruin that bedtime routine and switch our kid to a toddler bed.”

nelson-hahaOh, what a fool I was.

It used to be we would announce, “It’s story time,” and then we go into Calvin’s room and read the same three books over and over, and then he goes to bed. Ta-dah!

Now, we announce, “It’s story time,” and The Kid runs around in his room like a crazy person. He rejects all books and eventually we put him in his bed and turn off the light, and he cries for a while. When he’s done acting a fool, we go back in and tuck him in. Later, we go back in to check on him, and he’s sleeping on the floor, and we move him to the bed.

This is during naptime. We don't put him to bed in pants and T-shirts.

This is during nap time. We don’t put him to bed in pants and T-shirts.

And now we are no longer sleeping through the night, because there is a middle of the night wake-up call from Calvin via the baby monitor, in which we have to go in and put him back into bed.

It sucks.

We were spoiled before. We were living the dream. And we can’t go back. We can never go back!

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He’s 3. It’s time for him to sleep in a bed. Last week, Calvin walked into our bedroom and took David’s pillow. I have no idea why. He took it like he was supposed to or something: “Hey, Dad said I could have his pillow.” And then he brought it into his room and put it in his crib. I took it as a sign that maybe he was ready to move into a bed.

Part of the problem may be that his toddler bed is too small for him. He’s a pretty tall kid. We have ordered him a twin-size bed, and I think that will help.

I know that toddlers don’t exactly thrive on change, so a new bed will take some getting used to. It hasn’t even been a week. On the bright side, he stays in his room, even when he is crying, even with the door cracked open. After he settles down, we can hear him in his room reading to himself or playing with his toys, but we don’t go in there and force him back to bed. When he was in a crib, we would often hear him reading or playing, so his bedroom is a giant crib now.

So, my dear readers, any advice on how to get The Kid sleep in a bed and not on the floor?

 

 

 


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Did you have a nice trip?

Yeah, so, the other night I went shopping at Macy’s in Union Square, where I learned that jeans that are not from Old Navy are ridiculously expensive.

Me: “These are nice.”

Jeans: “I’m a $149.”

Me: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahah!”

Seriously, though. I did find some great jeans that are not $149 at Macy’s, and they make me feel like a million bucks.

After shopping, I walked down to the BART station to head home. I was behind this couple who were pretty drunk. They were kinda stumbling into each other, and they were watching a video on his phone and laughing.

“They should be careful,” I thought. “They are going to trip.”

And then – BOOM! – I tripped.

I didn’t trip and look all amazing like Jennifer Lawrence did at the Academy Awards. I looked like this:

The drunk couple turned around: “OH MY GOD! Are you OK?”

Me: “I’m fine. Thank you.”

Them: “Are you sure?”

Me: “I’m embarrassed but fine. Thank you.”

Then about five more people approached me, “Are you OK?” I think I even heard an “Are you OK, ma’am?” which makes me feel even worse.

I hadn’t even had a drink, but they all thought I was drunk. Not drunk, just clumsy.

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