The Sonia Show

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


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That’s cold

Yeah, so, I caught a nasty cold. It’s really knocked me on my ass, and I’ve had to call into sick to work for two days to recover. I hate using my vacation days on a stupid cold, but I’m coughing so much, etc etc. You know the rest … it’s the same stupid fuckin’ cold we all get.

The only good thing about this cold is it gave me the opportunity to watch “Killing Eve” on Hulu, and – my friends! – “Killing Eve” is really great.

OK, there’s one other good thing about laying around on the couch all day. I get to hang out with these guys.

I need this cold to move along, because I’m traveling to Minnesota for work next week, and I don’t want to fly on a plane while sick. I also don’t want to stay in a hotel while sick. Also, I don’t want to be sick. I’m the biggest whiner when I have a cold, which is another reason for me to stay home. No one at work gets paid enough to listen to me bitch and whine about my cold. However, they do get paid enough to listen to me bitch and whine about everything else. I know. I know. I’m a fuckin’ joy to be around, and you wish you worked with me. I get it.

So, I have a theory about how I managed to catch this cold. Here’s actual footage of me after watching “St. Elmo’s Fire” for this week’s Dorking Out.

This episode of Dorking Out is the funniest one yet … if I don’t say so myself. “St. Elmo’s Fire” does not hold up. It’s filled with garbage people doing garbage things. So, if you want to hear two women rip up a movie, then you should definitely listen.

 

 

 

 

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Mommy’s little pinball wizard

Yeah, so, we’re trying to have little adventures around San Francisco that our mighty, mighty good boy Calvin would enjoy during our winter vacation. BUT, we’re also doing a few things that we love like – Oh, I don’t know – hitting up a few breweries, because duh.

So, we checked out Laughing Monk, which moved into a new space right next door to their old space. They have really tasty beer. Our current fave is Winter Bough, which is a Belgian quad. Unfortunately, Laughing Monk doesn’t serve food, but you can order any delivery you want from the food delivery app of your choosing.

Oh, and they have pinball, which Calvin loved playing because he is our son.

His favorite was the Gun ‘N’ Roses pinball.

‪Welcome to the jungle
We’ve got fun and games
If you got the money honey
Insert coins, please

So, yeah. look at me trying to keep my New Year’s resolutions and shit by writing on my blog more often. LOL! It’s only January 2, and I’m bragging about keeping my resolutions.

But yeah, if only I were as awesome about maintaining my other resolutions. I’m not sure it’s possible for me to lose 20 pounds AND not be so truly mean and awful to myself at the same time. I might have to choose one or the other.

Be Nice To Myself vs. Lose 20 Pounds


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Facebook isn’t going to like this

Yeah, so, one of my many 2019 resolutions is to stop spending so much time on Facebook. I know. I’m such a basic bitch. That’s everyone’s New Year’s resolution.

I’ve been pondering my relationship with Facebook lately. A lot of people have. There are all the privacy concerns, obviously. It certainly hasn’t improved political discourse in this country. And, I believe that Facebook is a media organization that should be fact-checking the news stories on its platform.

I’m not going to sit here and talk a bunch of shit about Facebook. I have cool and smart friends who work there. Also, I think Facebook has done awesome things. It has brought people together, and it helps us maintain those connections. Hell, my mighty, mighty good man David and I were introduced to each other via Facebook. I love seeing what my friends are up and looking at their photos. Plus, it reminds me of important dates like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

BUT, Facebook has also made every day feel like an awkward family Thanksgiving dinner. You used to only have to listen to your cousin’s racist political views once or twice a year, but thanks to Facebook you see it every day. I’ve lost friends on Facebook, but the truth is I was going to lose those friends whether we were on Facebook or not. Family members have unfriended me, and I’ve unfriended family members, which is probably for the best. This way we can limit our political arguments to the holidays as god intended.

Of course, that’s not why I’m limiting my Facebook time in 2019.

Facebook has made it easy – almost too easy – to share my thoughts, feelings, ideas and stories. Gone are the days when I would come up with an idea, write and live with it for a while, and published a fully formed piece. Instead, I instantly open the Facebook app on my phone, write one line of a half-baked idea and post it. And now my good idea is gone. It’s lost in Facebook’s algorithm for some of my friends to see. Which friends? Well, whichever friends Facebook decides should see it, I guess.

I need to stop just throwing my stories away on Facebook. They’re mine. I want to throw them away here on my blog! And that’s why I’m going to limit my Facebook time. I’ll still be sharing my blog posts and podcasts on Facebook. And, I will still be checking in from time to time. I want to see my friends’ posts and photos. But, instead of mindless scrolling, I’ll practice mindful scrolling.

I have a lot of the same New Year’s resolutions every year. Exercise more. Lose weight. I ditch those quickly every year because I’m lazy and bread is delicious. BUT, I also say I want to create more and consume less. Less Facebooking falls under that.

The good news is, for you my dear tens of readers, there is going to be a lot more activity on The Sonia Show in 2019, whether it’s longer stories or more quick thoughts and photos.

I know what you’re thinking. “But Sonia, what about Twitter?”

Ummm, yeah. One social media platform at a time, you guys!


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Happy New Year, you guys!

Yeah, so, a lot of folks have been asking me what our mighty, mighty good boy Calvin asked for Christmas. As you might recall, last year Calvin asked for a birthday cake.

This year, Calvin said he would not sit on Santa’s lap, but he would like to stand near him and talk to him. And since we’re not about to force our kid to sit on a stranger’s lap, we were fine with that.

Santa asked him what he would like for Christmas.

“Presents,” Calvin told him.

“Anything specific?” Santa asked. “I could bring you a bag of chicken feathers. Maybe some auto parts?”

“Chicken feathers! OK! And a star on the Christmas tree. And binoculars.”

Santa didn’t bring the chicken feathers. #blessed


Of course, Calvin was a really good boy this year, so he got a ton of presents. I was particularly stoked that he actually acknowledged the book I bought him about San Francisco trains and buses.

There was a lot to hate about 2018, and I kinda think it can eat a bag of dicks. BUT, a lot of good stuff happened this year, too.

We went to Cabo with my sister and her family. That was rad. I saw Weird Al in concert. Mark Hamill liked one of my tweets (#humblebrag). We saw “Book Of Mormon.” We got tickets to the Oakland A’s Treehouse and went to a bunch of baseball games. I went to my job’s headquarters in Minnesota and finally got to meet in person some of my coworkers, who are the coolest. My mighty, mighty good man David bought me new mics and various other technical things for podcasting, and it all makes me sound great, but unfortunately they don’t make me sound smart. Smith left Dorking Out, which was a huge bummer, but I got Margo as a co-host and that is so fuckin’ awesome. Check out this week’s episode about “A League Of Their Own.” it’s super fun. My dad bought a 1935 Chevy Coupe, and I love to ride in it with him. I saw “Grease 2” in the theater, and it might be the most fun I had at the movies this year. I bought Calvin a birthday cake shaped like a Muni bus, which resulted in a look of pure happiness from him.

So anyway, 2018 can fuck off now. Happy New Year, you guys!


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I gave at the office

Yeah, so, my boss “asked” me to volunteer to lead the office’s giving campaign this year. I think she regrets that decision because I’ve covered the office in signs. No location is safe from my pestering, as you can see.

Also, I’m spamming the office email with memes.

Annoying coworkers is now one of my skills on LinkedIn. Please endorse me.


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Let’s catch up

Yeah, so, we have some catching up to do, huh?

I’ve been neglectful. Don’t be mad at me, baby. Take me back.

I’ll do a relatively short wrap up for you and then we will go back to our usual blog posting schedule … I hope.

We had a very successful 7th birthday party for my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin. This was the first year ever that he asked for a birthday party. He asked for a birthday cake, and he asked to invite his friends.

We rented out the clubhouse at Jackson Playground, because it was the homebase for his a few of his summer camps, so we know he loves it there. We invited friends, family and all the kids in his class and about half of them came, which is rad.

We had a Muni bus birthday cake made from My Favorite Bite, and it was AMAZING! Sometimes you see a cool-looking cake but it tastes kinda yucky – it’s dry, it’s overly sweet, it’s both. But this cake not only looked great, it tasted great.

Calvin was over-the-moon happy! “There’s cake inside the bus!” I mean, look at that smile.

The party was such a success that Calvin asked if we could have another birthday party the following weekend. He’s also asking for a BART-themed cake for Christmas.

Just a few days after Calvin’s birthday it’s my birthday. Dear readers, I do not lie about my age. I’m 48. I earned it, and I own it.

I celebrated by doing things that I love like eating vegan food and drinking beer with some of my favorite people. I finally checked out Standard Deviant Brewing. They have some tasty brews, and I really loved their saison and they had a really good oatmeal stout on tap.

After a few beers, I had dinner at Shizen, which serves vegan sushi. That’s right, VEGAN SUSHI. That shit is delicious. I also got to go to SF Brew and Vegan Eats. Finally, a beer festival in which I’m not forced to only eat the fries. It was everything I dreamed it would be.

This country is a dumpster fire right now, but I’m trying to stay positive.

I really love this time of year, and not just because it’s my birthday season. Fall is my jam. Pumpkin everything. Orange is everywhere. The weather is nice. Scary movies are easy to find on Filmstruck, TCM, Netflix and Hulu.

I was chatting with a coworker today, and I told her that we should buy fall homes, instead of summer homes, and we could hop from house to house and just live in the fall all year long.


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The Magnificent 7

Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin is 7 today.

Geez, I can’t believe it’s been 7 years.

I’m so proud of Calvin. He is so smart and funny. He’s got a big heart. I know that he’s going to grow up to be a mighty, mighty good man just like his father. I just hope he doesn’t grow up too fast.

Then

Now

And now it’s time for everybody’s favorite parenting photos …

This is probably David’s favorite photo ever. He titled it “priorities,” and it clearly demonstrates how much I love my stupid phone.

And this is my favorite photo of David and Calvin (and Homer – RIP).


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Another steak out

Yeah, so, a meat eater, a vegan and a 6-year-old autistic boy walk into a steakhouse …

For about a year now, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin has been obsessed with the ceiling fans at Harris’ Restaurant. The steakhouse is nearby his speech appointment, and we always stop by after his session so he can say hello to the ceiling fans in the bar. And he would always ask me, “Can we eat here?”

“Not today,” I tell him.

“They don’t have burger? Next time?”

“Yes, some other time.”

The truth is it would be an expensive experiment, but to celebrate his first day of first grade we decided to be brave and actually eat there.

He was really excited. Unfortunately, they don’t have a burger (which seems weird for a steakhouse, right?), but they offered a plain chicken breast. Calvin said he didn’t want that and opted for a bowl of rice. Cheap date!

David ordered a Manhattan and massive filet with peppercorn sauce. He was in heaven.


The kitchen made me a plate of vegetables with garlic, balsamic and various other seasonings. Veggies that are prepared well with a big glass of red wine … I was happy.

After dinner, Calvin got some chocolate ice cream.

“It’s not a cone,” he correctly pointed out.

“No, I’m sorry. They don’t have cones.”

“OK.”

Don’t worry. He made it work.

 


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The ugly tooth

Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boys and I were back to school shopping at Target, because TARGET!

While at the register I see Calvin bend down and pick something up off the ground.

“Mommy, look,” he said.

“Ewww, don’t pick up things off the ground,” I said, slapping whatever it was out of his hand.

“My tooth!”

“Wait, what? Was that your tooth?” I replied.

He flashed me a bloody grin.

“GAH! I’m such a crap mom,” I repeated as David and I were on all fours looking for Calvin’s missing tooth. We finally found it, and the surrounding parents gave us “the nod” and a hearty “Congrats” and “Good job.”

I felt so terrible about just knocking his tooth out of his hand without even taking a look at what it was. But, I don’t think there are any hard feelings, because I bought our fan of fans an oscillating fan while we were there.


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The nod squad

Yeah, so, one of the things I love about being a parent (besides the fact that my kid is super amazing and undoubtedly the best person in the entire world) is the bond you have with other like-minded parents.

Obviously, there are parents who are huge assholes. They let their kids kick your seat in the movie theater or raise them to be racist, MAGA hat-wearing little shits. But there are some other cool parents out there, too. I like to think that mighty, mighty good man David and I are cool parents.

We’ve got each other’s back. We’re quick to offer wipes, sunblock and goldfish crackers when needed. We will help you in a public restroom when your kid has an accident.

A few weeks ago, we were at a restaurant sitting outside, and Calvin was pissed. We had been at Ocean Beach before heading to the restaurant, and he wanted to stay at the beach forever. I get it. The beach is fun.

He ran off from the table into a nearby open area and started crying. I walked up to him and hugged him while he cried.

“I want to go back to the beach,” he sobbed.

“We will. First lunch, then beach,” I told him.

He cried and cried, and another mother walked by with her two kids, and one of them was crying, too. Then she gave me the nod.

I have given this nod countless times, too. It’s the nod parents give each other to acknowledge that the struggle is real. We’ve been there. We get it.

Most parents are doing the best they can. So, whether you’re a parent or not, when you see a parent trying to comfort a screaming, tantrum-throwing kid, instead of judging them, give ’em a nod or one of those “I see you” hand gestures. It means a lot.