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


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You Get An Update! You Get An Update! Everybody Gets An Update!

Yeah, so, I’ve got a few quick updates for you guys.

Kitty Update

Our cat friend didn’t come around for about four days. He/she returned on Tuesday, looking much skinnier. I was really worried. I even checked all the animal adoption sites, thinking she/he would turn up.

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Our house is a pussy magnet.

Back in the day, I had indoor/outdoor cats. I was raised that way, so it wasn’t a big deal to me to just open the door and let my cat go outside. Cats go outside. That’s just the way it was. Now, older, wiser, more anxiety-prone Sonia can’t handle it. I would never let Kubo go outside and let her run around the neighborhood.

What I am saying is, I’m getting too attached to this stray cat. I worry about her when she’s not around.

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Health Update

Everything is going pretty good, you guys!

I go to Kaiser every few months for checkups. I see the oncologist once a year for a thorough exam. I have an OB/GYN that specializes in breast cancer patients, who I’m seeing once a year, too. BUT, we schedule the appointments six months apart, so either the oncologist or the OB/GYN is seeing me every six months. Plus, I’m getting routine skin checks at the dermatologist every three months.

I still go to my oncologist’s office every three months for my Lupron injection, but I just see a nurse for that. And I’m still taking tamoxifen. Good times.

The hot flashes have become more manageable. They usually show up when I’m drinking … so I have them all the time. I kid … sort of.

My anxiety has been much, MUCH better. I haven’t had any panic attacks since Homer died, and even then I kinda headed that one off at the pass by taking Ativan before it actually happened. I’m still taking a very low dose (5 mg) of Lexapro. I really feel like my awesome myself again. It’s rad.

My New Year’s resolution of doing Weight Watchers is working. I’ve lost 9 pounds so far. It really should be more than that after two months. BUT, to be fair, I had a really nasty cold last week, and I couldn’t stop myself from eating excessively to comfort myself. AND, it was SF Beer Week. Also, I have no will power.

America Update

I didn’t even bother watching Predator Trump’s speech, because he makes me sick and fills me with rage. The media was falling all over itself Tuesday night to say he sounded “presidential,” but seriously – fuck that guy. He stuck to the script and didn’t grab any pussy during his speech. Yes, how presidential, media outlets. Goddamn, the bar is so fuckin’ low now. He is a liar and a sexual predator. I don’t even want to get into specifics about his stupid fuckin’ speech, but he talked about “clean water” on the same day he started the process to repeal the Clean Water Act. He’s a garbage human being. I don’t care what he reads off a teleprompter.

So, yeah, I’ve still been making calls and writing letters to my reps. I am also making donations to organizations that fight for what’s right when I get paid, including the Southern Poverty Law Center, Planned Parenthood and International Rescue Committee. I also set up monthly donations for the ACLU and the Humane Society, because animals are good people.

Since I already have a full-time job, plus a kid and a weekly podcast, I don’t have all the time in the world to be outraged, so I try to keep my outrage fueled with two things.

We subscribed to the New York Times now! It’s time to pay for good journalism. Also, Predator Trump hates the New York Times, so we had to support them. We got a digital subscription, which comes with the Sunday edition. The paper arrived on Sunday it was like Christmas morning. I was SO HAPPY. I got to drink coffee and read the newspaper like my ancestors. It was heaven.

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Hello, lover.

I also signed up for The Skimm, which delivers an email every morning summarizing all the news I need to know so I don’t look like a clueless dope. You should sign up, too.

I think that’s it for the updates today. I’ll give you a little taste of next week’s Dorking Out. I saw “Get Out” on Tuesday night, and my mighty, mighty good man David and I are planning on seeing “Logan” on Friday night. No doubt Smith and I will be talking about them on the show.


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Dorking Out Episode 36: Oscar Party

Yeah, so, in this week’s episode of Dorking Out we try to figure out what the hell happened at the Oscars. What a cluster!

My co-host Smith actually came to my Oscar party, so I got to beat him in the Oscar pool in person, which is pretty fuckin’ rad. Oh, and we got to record the podcast while actually being in the same room together for the first time ever. That’s pretty fuckin’ rad, too.

Smith and I recorded a gaggle of Facebook Live videos throughout the broadcast, so if want to see what we really look like I suggest you check them out on Dorking Out’s Facebook page.

We have a crazy story about how my TV decided to crap out during the most important moment on the show. You should definitely listen to the podcast, so you can listen to me freak out about it. Also, I had been drinking, and that’s always entertaining.

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So, I predicted 16 out of 24 correctly, which is not super good, but it was enough to beat Smith, who guessed 15 correct. However, my friend Roger beat both of us, guessing 17 out of 24 correctly. That means he won the big ol’ bucket of movie theater candy.

We had a ton of Oscar-themed food this year, including enchi-La Las, Hacksaw Rice, Moonwine, Manchester By The Caesar, Hell Or High Water Farmhouse Dip, Guac-topia, Suicide Salsa, Kubo And The Two String Cheeses and Ale, Caesar (beer, duh). And, Roger and Katherine bought some “Jackie”-themed ice cream, which my high maintenance vegan ass couldn’t even eat. I heard it was good, though.

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So, yeah, I wore my “Oscar wiener” dress and Toby dressed up, too, in honor of my Homer, who was very, very missed. He always wore a bow tie on Oscar Sunday.

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So anyway, you can listen to Dorking Out here, or you can find us on iTunes, Stitcher and YouTube. If you listen to the show, I’d love to hear what you think. You can comment here, or on our website or Facebook page.


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Six Things I’m Loving: Chef’s Table, SF Beer Week And More

Yeah, so, I’ve been stupid-busy at work. Don’t you hate it when you have to work at work?

On top of being swamped at work, where I just celebrated my EIGHTH year of working there (WTF?!?), both my mighty, mighty good man David and I caught a nasty cold from my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin. If you listen to this week’s Dorking Out, you can hear how congested I was earlier this week. It’s so sexy.

So, yeah, I’ve been swamped at work; our president is a raving lunatic who is going to get us all killed; and I had a cold. Good times.

Let’s talk about something else. It’s time for another installment of six things I’m loving right now.

Daily Skimm

Being outraged about everything that is going on is a full-time, but I already have a full-time job. Good buddy Kate recommended Daily Skimm to me, which sends an email newsletter every morning that summarizes the most important news stories of the day. It’s super helpful, and makes reading a lot of bad news a little easier … a little. I highly recommend it. You can sign up for it riiight here.

SF Beer Week

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On Friday, David and I used Urban Sitter for the first-time ever (which worked out great – Calvin had a great time and was instantly comfortable with her) and went to the SF Beer Week Opening Night Gala, like we always do. Just in case you don’t know what that is it goes like this: You pay $80; you get a glass; you get to drink unlimited beer from more than 80 breweries. It’s awesome. We tried some really great beer. Favorites included a milk stout from Seven Stills, Shadow Of Their Eyes from The Rare Barrel and The Vastness Of Space from Cellarmaker Brewing Company.

Chef’s Table

You guys! Season three of Netflix’s “Chef’s Table” drops on Friday! Man oh man, we love “Chef’s Table” in this house. As “Top Chef” fans, we have found this show to be the part of “Top Chef” we loved the most with all the manufactured drama and stupid challenges. Each episode of “Chef’s Table” features a different chef. The second season was set entirely in France, but the first and this upcoming third season feature chefs from all over the world. We learn why the chefs make the kind of food they make. We learn about the process. And then you get to watch them cook. It’s rad! The cinematography is beautiful. We find the show incredibly soothing, and it is a nice break from all the news about how our country is basically a raging dumpster fire right now.

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So, well we wait for new episodes of “Chef’s Table,” we started watching this other documentary series on Netflix titled “Abstract.” It’s basically “Chef’s Table,” but with artists. We’ve watched the first two episodes: one was about an illustrator, and the second episode was about the man who designed Air Jordans for Nike. This is totally a David series, and I wasn’t sure I’d be into it. But, it’s surprisingly interesting. You learn a lot about their creative process, and as someone who fancies herself somewhat creative that interests me.

Gin

We went to Bourbon & Branch, a speakeasy in San Francisco, with a group of friends for David’s birthday. It’s a real speakeasy. You have to make a reservation, and you get a password and all that. I’m not really a cocktail drinker. I’m a beer and wine drinker. But I figured a nice place like Bourbon & Branch would be a great place to try some delicious cocktails and figure out what I like. “I’m not a cocktail person. What should I get?” She has obviously heard this question before and immediately suggested a cucumber gimlet, which is made with gin. You guys! It turns out I like gin! I also had another gin-based drink, which I think was called Gypsy. I honestly can’t remember, because gin.

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San Francisco Giants

Baseball season starts April 3. I cannot wait. Baseball, save me!

 


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Dorking Out Episode 33: Super Bowl Thoughts And Our Favorite Movie Musical Moments

Yeah, so, in this week’s Dorking Out we talk about the Super Bowl: the commercials, the halftime show with Lady Gada and, well, what it is like when everyone dorks out about something that you’re not into. During this discussion, Smith revealed that he is a New York Yankees fan.

Ewwwwwwwwwwww.

I don’t know how someone who grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area turned out to be a gross Yankees fan, but we talk about it, and by “talk” I mean I make fun of him.

In our second segment, inspired by my favorite movie of last year “La La Land,” we share our top 3 movie musical moments. My moments are John Travolta takes the dance floor in “Saturday Night Fever,” the opening sequence in “A Hard Day’s Night,” and Gene Kelly singing in the rain in some movie … I wish I could remember the name.

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I also list a slew of runners-up. It’s a really fun discussion so you should definitely listen. You can listen to Dorking Out here, or you can find us on iTunesStitcher and YouTube. If you listen to the show, I’d love to hear what you think. You can comment here, or on our website or Facebook page.

I also sat down with Master P and Smith for friend/”Sharknado” director Anthony C. Ferrante’s announcement about “Sharknado 5” on The Pop Show on Assignment X. Obviously, I pestered him about which conservative dum-dum will play a character named after me.


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Why I Marched

Yeah, so, on Saturday I marched with millions of other people all over the world to protest pretty much everything Predator Trump stands for.

I put on my Angry, Liberal, Feminist Killjoy shirt, my cat hat, my Pussies Against Trump stickers and carried my “A Woman’s Place Is In The Rebellion” (with photo of Princess Leia – of course) sign to San Francisco City Hall and marched with an estimated 100,000 other people who want to fight for what’s right. I met up with good buddy Kate, friend Emilee, sister Michelle, brother-in-law Tony and two teenage nieces, Lorelei and Olivia. The rest of my local peeps went to the Oakland march. And I’m so proud of my friends who were marching all over the country, including Ohio, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle and New York. I am so lucky to know such amazing, awesome, smart people.

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Why did I march?

I marched for my autistic son. I marched for my teenage nieces. I marched for my lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender friends and family. I marched for my Muslim friends. I marched for my African American friends. And yeah, I marched for myself and my pre-existing conditions. I marched because this country has elected a sexual predator who mocks people with disabilities. He is a garbage person, and I have no intention of being quiet about it. And thankfully, millions of other people think the same thing.

I am so happy I went to the march. For the first time since the election, I feel hopeful. All of those people, all over the world: We know this administration is not normal. It’s not OK. The misogyny, the racism, the ignorance, the lying: It’s unacceptable.

I avoided reading criticisms of the march, because they were all bullshit, whiny complaints by people who refuse to understand why people were marching. The people who marched are not “sore losers.” These are people who are going to be impacted by Predator Trump’s policies. They will be denied health care. They will be denied birth control. They will be denied the right to get married. They will be denied the right to an equal education. They will be denied equal pay for equal work. They will be denied clean drinking water. They could be deported for not being born here. They could be deported for practicing a non-Christian religion. These policies won’t “make America great again.” They are the exact opposite of what this country stands for. The idea that we should just accept it is ridiculous.

A woman I know commented on a photo from the march saying that all the women marching were “stupid.” I know, right? It was the most embarrassingly ignorant comment. I cannot, for the life of me, understand her thought process, or if there is even a thought process to understand. Let’s pretend for a second that she doesn’t care about health care, abortion, religion, etc. What woman doesn’t think that women should have equal rights? I’d argue that only a stupid woman would think that. Her lack of empathy is really sad, and I am so glad she is not my Facebook friend, because I don’t want to see ignorant shit like that. I’d reply, “Don’t worry, honey. We will do all the marching, protesting, letter writing and calling, and you just sit on your ignorant ass and enjoy the benefits of what we accomplish.” Ugh.

So anyway, I truly hope that everyone who march is following it up with action. I signed up on the Women’s March site for 10 Actions/100 Days, which has an action plan and emails you on how to do it. It’s rad. I also signed up for SwingLeft.org, which finds your closest swing district and makes it easy for you to volunteer, donate and work to turn that Republican seat into a Democrat seat. And, of course, I’m still donating to organizations that fight for what’s right, including the ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center and Planned Parenthood.

Let’s do this, you guys.


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Plaid Pants, Herb Gardens And Other Things I’m Loving Right Now

Yeah, so, let’s talk about the six things I’m loving right now.

The Pant from American Giant

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My mighty, mighty good man David is American Giant’s biggest fanboy. He’s always buying hoodies and sweatshirts from them. He’s the one who gave me the heads up about these pants, and I’m so glad he did. These pants are rad. They are comfortable and cute. They are perfect for lounging around the house and walking the dog, but if I put on a pair of boots and a cute top, you’d never know how comfortable I am.

Plaid Pants From ModCloth

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Speaking of pants, I bought these plaid pants from ModCloth, and I’m in love with them. I immediately went back and ordered a second pair in blue and green plaid. They are so stylish (if I don’t say so myself) and, well, they are just more fun than wearing jeans. I dress them up with some cute flats and a top, or dress ‘em down with my Converse and graphic tee.

My New Herb Garden

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I would be a terrible farmer. I kill all plants, and I look terrible in overalls.  David bought me an Aerospace Herb Garden for Christmas. It’s a small, counter top herb garden with a digital display that tells me when to water it, when to put in nutrients. Basically, it prevents me from killing it. I’m growing basil, thyme, dill, parsley, Thai basil and mint. And, as you can see, after two weeks I still haven’t managed to murder the herbs. I can’t wait to cook with them.

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

I don’t want to write about it too much here, because we’re going to talk about it on next week’s podcast. BUT, I really like what I’ve seen so far of this Netflix series. It’s got a “Pushing Daisies” vibe about it, and I’m digging it. I never read the books or saw the Jim Carrey movie. My niece Lorelei read all the books, and she’s a big fan of the series, watching all eight episodes in one day.

This Guy

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My good buddy Smith, co-host of Dorking Out with Chris and Sonia, works really hard on our show. I need to give him shout-out. While I’m the one that’s managing the blog and social media channels, he’s the one doing the much more difficult production work on Dorking Out, Dorking Out About Trailers, the Special Bulletins, AND the Pop Show for Assignment X. That’s a lot of unpaid work. I give him a lot of shit on the show, but he’s actually a good guy and a talented writer. You’ll get to find out for yourself soon when he releases his book, “Jett Jergens And The Infinity Key.” And that’s the last nice thing I’m going to say about him for a while, because if I say anymore he’ll get an even bigger head.

This Tweet

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Seriously, I’ve been laughing about this tweet since I saw it earlier this week.


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Gettin’ Schooled

Yeah, so, we enrolled our mighty, mighty good boy Calvin in kindergarten.

We submitted the enrollment forms. Now we just wait and see what school they assign him.

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He’s not a little spawn anymore.

Enrolling your child in the San Francisco Unified School District is a bit of an undertaking. When I was a kid, I went to the school that was closest to me. That’s how it worked. In SF, there’s a more involved process that involves touring elementary schools and filling out a form with a ranking of which schools you want your child to attend. The school district considers such factors as proximity and if you have a sibling that already attends that school. They also consider your special education needs, if you’re an English language learner, or if looking for a Spanish or Chinese immersion school.

Basically, it’s a lottery system. A lot of parents loathe the enrollment process in San Francisco. There are seminars to help parents navigate the process, and they offer tips and tricks to getting your kid in the school you want. It’s kinda ridiculous.

Through November and December, we toured some nearby elementary school. I did two, and my mighty, mighty good man David did a few more than that. With the help of a friend who is also navigating the system, David put together a massive spreadsheet with every elementary school on it, including proximity from our house, Great Schools ranking, you know – shit like that.

We narrowed down the list of 85 elementary schools to our top 10, and then attached an additional list with like 25 more schools on it, because we heard from another parent that your odds of getting your top choice improve the more schools you list. Luckily for us, our top choice is the elementary school closest to us, so we have a really good shot at getting it. We also had to attach Calvin’s IEP from the school district for his autism, and we are in the process of getting it updated.

I must give credit where credit is due: David did a lot of the leg work on this. Since the election, I’ve been channeling my frustration into angry Facebook rants, calling my representatives and donating money to organizations that fight for what’s right. David has been channeling his rage into researching the best schools for Calvin. David is rad!

So anyway, we got the forms all filled out, but you can’t just mail them in. You have to physically drop them off at the Education Placement Center. The deadline was last Friday, and David was traveling last week. I decided to go on the Monday before the deadline.

I drove downtown and parked at a meter. There was already 30 minutes on the meter, and I figured that was more than enough time. I was just dropping off these forms. But I wanted to make safe, so I added another 30 minutes. As I was walking to the Education Placement Center, it started pouring rain. Unprepared, I put the enrollment forms under my coat and made a run for it. I’d hate for all our work to get wet.

When I got into the placement center, there was a line out the door.

There was a line just to get a number to wait to drop off your forms. WTF?! It’s basically like waiting at the DMV. I waited in line for about 20 minutes before I got to the counter. The man behind the counter asked me a few questions about my form. “Do you have this?” “Do you have that?” Then he handed me a number.

“I’m so stupid and naive. I thought I was just going to be dropping these forms off in a tray or something, and then I’d walk right out here,” I said.

He laughed at me. He seriously laughed at me like I was the biggest idiot ever.

“Well, you could have done that if you dropped off your forms when we first started the process back in November, but instead you waited until the last minute, so you have to wait.”

He totally schooled me.

I deserved it, I guess. But really, how would I know? I’ve never enrolled a kid in school before.

I had to wait for about 45 minutes, and I finally met with someone who went through all the paperwork to make sure it was complete, and then she sent me on my way. I supposed to should be glad that the school district employees go through your paperwork with you to make sure everything is correct so there are not any problems or delays, but still, it’s kind of a cluster.

So, yeah, my little guy is going to be starting kindergarten in the fall. Gaaaaaahhhh!

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Business, Business, Business, Numbers

Yeah, so, before I get to the Friday cuteness, I’ve got a few random things to share.

The second episode of Dorking Out About Trailers is here. Smith, P Biddy and I talk about “Rings,” “Cars 3” and “CHiPs.” We’re having a lot of fun with this one, including writing our own fake trailers that play before our discussion. I think they are kinda funny, if I don’t say so myself. You should listen.

I don’t talk about work here that often, unless I’m talking about the infamous Office Busybody. But, I did get some good work-related news. I got a promotion, kinda. My title hasn’t changed. I’m still the Content and Social Media Marketing Manager, but I got a nice pay bump, more responsibilities and even my own budget to manage. Oh la la. I’m so fuckin’ professional and shit now.

I will be spending even more time on social media, and I will get to work on some fun marketing projects, including videos. I don’t have a lot of experience with that, but it will be a great thing to learn. Unfortunately, it also means I have to deal with things like “revenue forecasts” and crap like that.

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So anyway, here’s your Friday cuteness.

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Bed buddies.

Umm, fur is murder, Toby.

“It’s a cruelty-free fur wrap.” – good buddy Katie


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Progress Report: The New Year’s Resolutions Edition

Yeah, so, it’s time for a few random thoughts about my New Year’s resolutions for Friday.

So far, so good with my return to Weight Watchers. Let me share a little thing I discovered this week that’s going to be the key to this diet: Oh Snap! Pickling Co. They sell single-serving bags of pickled veggies. I found them at Target by the lunch meat. They have green beans, carrots and pickles. Strangely, I don’t like pickles, but I love pickled veggies. #weirdo

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They are the perfect late afternoon snack, and they are zero points. And now I promise I won’t talk about Weight Watchers again until next week.

Also, as I’ve said before, I’m donating a little bit of dough from each paycheck to organizations that fight for what’s right. With this paycheck, I donated again to the ACLU because they have a lot of fight very soon. I’m going to kick some money to Planned Parenthood again, too, because some assholes in Congress want to defund Planned Parenthood, and they think we’re stupid. They think we don’t know that federal money already doesn’t go toward toward abortion services (here’s details about the Hyde Amendment); that the federal money provided to Planned Parenthood goes toward birth control, cancer screenings and other totally-not-abortion health services. This shit really pisses me off, and it’s a key indicator that women can expect to be treated as second-class citizens under this new administration.

Fuck that.

I also set up a small monthly donation to The Humane Society, because they do such great things for animals in need. Also, we got Toby and Kubo from The Silicon Valley Humane Society, and we are so grateful.

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Just lay down whenever you want Kubo.

Have you guys been sticking to your New Year’s resolutions, or did you ditch them by Jan. 2? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.


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Bye 2016

Yeah, so, I’m so glad this year is going to be over. 2017 is going to be a great year, you guys.

*reads a news site about our upcoming Predator-elect and sobs for days*

OK, so, maybe it’s not going to be a great year, but 2016 really sucked, and I’m glad it’s over. During 2015, I was recovering from a mastectomy and did six months of chemotherapy. I kept telling myself that 2016 was going to be a better year. It wasn’t. My Homer died. Prince died. Carrie Fisher died. George Michael died. Gene Wilder died. Oh, and David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Debbie Reynolds, Leonard Cohen … I don’t have time to list all the talented artists that died this year. Plus, the realization that I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer twice and the physical and emotion trauma of that, as well as chemotherapy, finally caught up with me, and for more than half the year, I was dealing with general anxiety and panic attacks that were so scary I thought I was going to die.

Good times.

But now, I’m cancer free, and my anxiety is under control. I still miss Homer every day, but I do love the new additions to our family, Toby and Kubo.

There were a few bright spots in 2016. I had made a New Year’s resolution to spend less time on social media and more time doing something creative. I managed to do that. I started a podcast with my good buddy Smith. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? Dorking Out with Chris & Sonia: You should listen. We also just launched our first official spinoff, Dorking Out About Trailers. We will have another spinoff later this year, Dorking Out About Star Trek, a special podcast that we will do while “Star Trek: Discovery” is airing.

I also went to a few Paint Nites with my sister and friends. I’ve never painted before. Sure, some of the paintings are laughably awful (see my Halloween castle below), but some of them turned out pretty decent.

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Those orange blobs are supposed to be pumpkins. LOL.

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Cat family.

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Peacock. Ha ha. I said “cock.”

My New Year’s resolutions for 2017 include the obligatory “I want to read more books” and “I’m restarting Weight Watchers because I have 25 pounds to lose.” Ugh. I hate that losing weight is something I worry about. I hate how much space it takes up in my brain, and how much energy I spend thinking about my weight. I know that someday (a long time from now *knocks on wood*) when I’m on my deathbed, I won’t think, “I’m so glad I spent so much time worrying about my weight.” My body and my mind have been through a lot in the past two years, so I’ve let it slide. But now it’s time for me to focus on being healthy, which means I’ve got to drop these extra pounds. I’ll try not to write about my Weight Watchers points too much, because that shit is fuckin’ boring.

And speaking of writing, my other New Year’s resolution is to write more, specifically to finish at least a rough draft of my first book. No more stalling. It’s time to get to work.

Oh, you guys! My hair grew back in 2016. My hair has style now! You can’t even tell I did chemo.

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I really love my new hair. I’ve never warn my hair short before. I guess the bright side of chemo is it forced me to change my hairstyle after almost a decade.

My mighty, mighty good boy Calvin had a terrific year. He is making amazing progress. His communication skills are improving every day, and he is just the happiest kid in the world. And I’m still married to the most handsome, kindest and funniest man. Being married to my mighty, mighty good man David makes every year a pretty good year.

 

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We will be ringing in the New Year doing what we always do: recreating a meal that we had on our Paris and Belgium honeymoon and then watching “The Thin Man” and “After The Thin Man.” It’s OK to be jealous. They are the best NYE plans.

I’m going to make a roasted chestnut soup, which we originally had at Café des 2 Moulins, also known as the cafe in “Amelie.” I’m going to make it vegan. However, David is going to make creme brulee, which of course is absolutely not vegan. I didn’t have any vegan meals in Paris, and I don’t want to stop our fun tradition. Maybe next year he can try to perfect a vegan creme brulee. We also one last bottle of wine that we brought home from Paris, and, of course, we will have some fancy beer, because duh.

I’m looking forward to watching 2016 die at midnight. Obviously, it’s going to be a tough year with that Rapey Dorito as our president, but there are a lot of good, brave, smart people out there who are fighting for what’s right. If we all work together, we can get through this … maybe.

Seriously, though, 2016 sucked so hard. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, 2016.

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Have a happy and safe New Year, you guys!