The Sonia Show

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


Six things I’m lovin’ – ‘Spotlight,’ podcasts, San Francisco and more

Yeah, so, it’s Friday. Let’s kick off the weekend with some positive shit. Here are six things I’m lovin’ lately.


Some of the Oscar-nominated movies are On Demand right now, which means I can actually see some of them before the show at the end of the month. I already shared all my thoughts and feelings about “Room.” I watched “Spotlight” the other night, and it’s really, really good. It’s an excellent example of what my good buddy Smith calls, “competency porn.” Everyone is really good at their job, and it’s so interesting to watch.

Just in case you have no idea what “Spotlight” is about let me fill you in: It’s about a little boy who goes to wizarding school … I kid. It’s a true story about the team of journalists for the Boston Globe who exposed the Catholic church sex scandal, starring Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo and Rachel McAdams.

I worked for several newspapers for a decade, so whenever I watch a movie or TV show that is set in a newspaper one of two things happen. Either I think: 1) “They got it wrong. Newspapers are not like that”; or 2) “I miss working at a newspaper.”

“Spotlight” falls under #2.

There were an entire generation of journalists who saw “All The President’s Men” and were inspired to be journalists. I wouldn’t be surprised if “Spotlight” has a similar influence.

It’s really great. You should watch it.

This Denim Skirt

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while about this perfect denim skirt. A denim skirt that hits me at the knees. It doesn’t have a slit in the back that gives everyone a free show every time I bend over. A skirt that I could wear on weekends with sandals, but I also could wear it with boots or a cute pair of flats to work.

I finally found it at LL Bean. I don’t know jack about LL Bean. It might be an old lady store, but I kinda don’t give a shit, because this skirt is fuckin’ rad.


You will probably see a million photos of me this year in this skirt. Get used to it.

Lime Cilantro Slaw from “Thug Kitchen”

I made these really delicious roasted beer and lime cauliflower tacos with lime cilantro slaw from “Thug Kitchen” a week or so ago, and now I’m totally addicted to the coleslaw I made for it.


Seriously, you guys. It’s so fuckin’ good. The slaw takes five seconds to make, and I just want to eat it with everything.


Apparently, I’m one of those assholes that really likes the sound of her own voice, because I’m really enjoying podcasting.

I don’t think I’m particularly good at it, but I don’t walk into a new thing that think that I will be instantly good at it. It takes practice. I think I’m getting better. I’m working on my nervous laughter after everything I say. I’m trying to cut down on the “likes” and “ummms.”

Back when I was a TV critic in the early 2000s, I used to do the Ronn Owens show on KGO 810AM. It was super fun. Other than that, I don’t have any experience with this sort of thing.

Mighty, mighty good man David used to do a podcast at his old job. He really loved it. He came up with the idea that we should do our own podcast about old movies and beer, and – ta-dah – Old Movies, New Beer was born.

Then, last December, my long-time friend Anthony – director of the “Sharknado” movies #humblebrag – asked me to appear on his podcast, The Pop Show. And we’ve been recording almost once a week since then.

It’s been so fun to think and talk about pop culture and entertainment again. Plus, it gives me the opportunity to talk to two of my oldest friends, Anthony and Smith – not to mention Peter (also known as Master P or P Biddy), who served at The Examiner with me. That’s right “served” – I talk about my time at The Examiner like I was in war or something.

If you guys are listening to either of the podcasts, I would love to hear what you think. Feedback is fun!


You guys! Baseball is starting. I mean, spring training is starting, and that’s good enough for me. I am ridiculously excited for baseball to start. You know why? Because it’s an even year. That means it’s the San Francisco Giants turn to win the World Series again.


San Francisco

I love living in one of the best cities in the world. The City is changing, and not always in a good way. I get super bummed about the direction San Francisco is headed. The tech bro mentality is frustrating, but the nonstop whiny and complaining about the tech bro mentality is also frustrating.

But then this happens, and I’m like, “Oh San Francisco! I can’t stay mad at you.”




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Texting about baseball, part two

Yeah, so, my brother Eric and I are so bummed that the San Francisco Giants designated Joaquin Arias for assignment. Who are we going to make fun of now?

Welcome part two in the new series, Eric & Sonia Text About Baseball. Eric texted me so we could talk about our feelings about the Arias news. [Eric is the gray bubble, and I’m green.]


Santiago Casilla is the San Francisco Giants closer, and, well, batting is not really his thing.

Here’s Casilla standing a mile from the plate.

Here he is almost running away from a pitch.

Dear Bruce Bochy,

Can you have more of the bullpen bat for our amusement? Please and thank you.


Eric & Sonia

In other Giants related news, I was eating at Ike’s Place in Daly City on Monday, and Giants commentator Mike Krukow was there eating with his wife. I KNOW, RIGHT?! There’s an Ike’s in Daly City now.

I’m a shy person. SHUT UP. I am a shy person. I wouldn’t dare approach a celebrity, especially when they are eating. I’d feel like such a dick for interrupting their meal. “Hey, can you stop enjoying your meal so a stranger can say how much they like you?” So, even though I’m a huge fan, I couldn’t work up the courage to walk over and say hi. However, mighty, mighty good man David isn’t shy. He walked over and said hi, and introduced me. Krukow couldn’t have been more gracious. He was having lunch with his lovely wife, and they were both so friendly and nice. I didn’t ask for a photo because they were eating, and it took all my courage to talk to them. I had no courage left to ask for a photo. You’ll just have to take my word for it that it happened.



Orange is the new red

Yeah, so, the day before my next round of chemo is usually a pretty anxious day for me. I start to fret about how it will go, how bad the nausea will be, etc.

Luckily for me, good buddy Kate decided to distract me. Since my white blood counts are up the day before chemo, there is no reason why I can’t go out and about. She took the day off from work and got us tickets to the San Francisco Giants vs. Dodgers game. It was a day game, so I didn’t have to worry about getting cold, or staying out late. In fact, the weather was absolutely perfect. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot. Good thing, because I was wearing my fabulous orange wig.

Orange wig alert!

Orange wig alert!

Let me tell you something, if you want attention at a Giants game, wear an orange wig. I was very surprised by the amount of attention I got in this wig. And one point Kate said, “It’s like walking around with someone famous.” Everyone looks at you. Most of the attention was good attention. I got a lot of “I love your wig.” I got a few “Is that your real hair?” To which I replied, “You know it is.” A security guard said my orange wig went up to 11, and I heard more than a few older men whisper to their wives, “You should get a wig like that.”

It was a lot of attention. More than I’m used to, that’s for sure. If I was a single lady, I would buy tickets to the Giants’ Single Night and rock this wig. Of course, I think the gentleman suitors would be disappointed to discover what’s under the wig, but oh well.

Of course with all the good attention came some questionable attention. We were sitting in the bleachers, and around the 9th inning, the man behind me decided that his beer-courage had kicked in and he could talk to me. “I wish I could meet a girl with orange hair,” he shouted behind me.

I turned around a politely smiled. “I’m sure there are plenty of women here with orange hair today. Good luck,” I said.

The guy took this as some sort of hint that I wanted a back rub. Umm, no.

“No, thank you. No touching,” I said.

Then he reached out and stroked my wig.

“No touching, please,” I said.

“Don’t worry. I won’t snatch your wig off your head,” he replied.

“You better not. You should not,” I replied.

Kate asked me if I wanted to move, but I felt like he was done. If he is embarrassed that he got rejected by the girl in the orange wig, he could move. I can’t imagine how awful that man would have felt if he had pulled that wig off my head. I’m not some cute little blonde under this orange wig. I’m a chemo patient. You definitely don’t get into heaven snatching a wig off of a chemo patients head.

So anyway, we stayed in our seats for the entire game that went extra innings, and it was a big win! The Giants swept the Dodgers, and all was right with the world.

Big thanks to Kate for the tickets to the game, the delicious Ghirardelli sundae (because I can’t have beer right now – sigh) and the Lyft home (to save me from a crowded Bart train). I’m so lucky to have such awesome friends.



Chemo went much better this time, you guys

Yeah, so, chemo #2 went much better this time. Well, I mean as well as can be expected when doctors are injecting a bunch of poison into your body.

Unlike last time, there was no vomiting. Yay for no vomiting! The Pharmacist came up to visit me in my chemo chair, and we mapped out a medication-taking schedule that really worked. I felt a little nauseous at times, and I slept a lot, but no vomiting.

Scheduling out the drugs really helped David to help me really stay on top of the meds. One of the meds I have to take this time is a Neupogen shot, which is supposed to boost white bloods cells. I have to do this because last time I got a super-low white blood cell count and had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. It sucks. The only I’ve ever given myself is a tequlia shot, and it didn’t involved needles. It’s a little scary to poke yourself with a needle, but I did the first shot yesterday, and it wasn’t so bad.

Oh, and, this time around, I’m off work. In fact, I’m off work until chemo is over in mid-August. Luckily, my work has a really good short-term disability plan for things like this. It’s a huge relief to be able to rest and recover, and not stress about work.

Also, during chemo weekends, Calvin is going to stay with my mom. It saves Calvin from having to hang around Sick Mommy. Sick Mommy is a drag. This weekend, he had way more fun at my mom’s house and visiting his cousins than he would have hanging around the house with Sick Mommy. Of course, David is here, but he’s distracted. Chemo wife and busy 3 year-old is a lot to have on your plate at one time

Calvin had such a good time with his cousins that he was willing to have his photo taken with the creepy Easter Bunny at the mall for the first time


Calvin only looks slightly concerned in this photo.


Also, one more thing, voting is still open until April 16 for the Honorary Bat Girl Contest for the San Francisco Giants, and I still really want this, so please, please, PLEASE vote for me. Look! I’m wearing my orange wig and everything, you guys.


Let’s go, Giants!

You can learn all the details riiight here.


Coors Light thinks we’re stupid, you guys

Yeah, so, I hardly ever see commercials anymore, because I hardly ever watch live TV anymore.

The only time I see commercials is when I watch San Francisco Giants games, and those commercials are the worst. Judging by the content of the commercials, businesses who buy airtime during the games assume that everyone watching is a stupid drunk. Well, they are half right.

I’m not even talking about the low budget local commercials, either. Although, those are pretty terrible. San Francisco treasure TK reviewed all the SF Giants players in commercials on his blog, 40Goingon28. I will just leave this riiight here.

And I am kinda obsessed with the commercials for The Solar Company. It’s not any solar company, it’s THE Solar Company. It features what I assume is the company owner’s second wife with bleached blond hair and giant fake cans. I have no idea if any of those things are true. It’s just the backstory I’ve made up to help me get through the commercials.


So, yeah, it’s an awful commercial, but the one I hate the most is for Coors Light. I don’t hate their commercials just because it’s for Coors Light, and the fact that I don’t like to drink Coors Light. Plenty of people like Coors Light. That’s cool. I don’t, so I don’t drink it. We all like different things. That’s fine. I get it.

No, I hate the Coors Light commercials because their main selling point, the thing that they think makes their beer so special that you should buy it above all others is – wait for it – it’s cold.

Yep, their selling point is their beer is cold.

Coors: “Our beer is cold. It also has some alcohol in it.”
Consumers: “Most of the beer I drink is hot or even lukewarm, so this is great. Thanks, Coors!”

Umm, that’s not a selling point for your beer. That’s a selling point for a nice refrigerator or ice chest: We keep your beer cold. All beer is cold if you refrigerate it. How stupid do you think we are Coors?

Don’t answer that, Coors.

Apparently, Coors thinks we are so stupid that we need a label on the actual beer bottle to tell us if our beer is cold.


Actually, this is good call, Coors. I used to have to use my sense of touch to tell me if my beer was cold. I don’t want to use my senses like a goddamn animal! I’m an American! Now, thanks to Coors, I can just read the label. Of course, now I have to learn to read. UGH! Life is so hard. Can’t a beer company invent a beer bottle with a voice-activated component that just tells me if the beer is cold? You know, like a Siri but for beer! Get on it, beer companies.

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So, ummm, go Cardinals, I guess?

Yeah, so, I love baseball.

I think it’s the best. I think it’s kinda nerdy with all its stats, and the rules are easy to understand. It’s not violent like football, and it moves at a pace that I can keep up with unlike basketball. Also, I like any sport in which drinking beer and eating nachos are a major part of it.

So, I’m super bummed that our Bay Area teams are done for the season. The San Francisco Giants weren’t even close to making the playoffs, while the Oakland A’s were just eliminated last night. Total heartbreaker.

The teams in contention for the World Series are the Cardinals, Dodgers, Tigers and Red Sox. After hashing it out with mighty, mighty good man David last night, I’ve decided that the Cardinals are the less evil team, so I will be rooting for them. But it really comes down to the fact that I don’t want the Tigers or the Dodgers to win it, because, seriously, fuck those teams.

Now that baseball is basically over for us, David and I move on to our next competitive sport that we like to watch: “Top Chef.” After “Top Chef” is over we will have a few months before baseballs starts again. I guess we can use that time to talk about our feelings or something.

In the meantime, here’s a cute photo of all my boys wearing their A’s hats last night.


We’ll get ’em next year, guys!

And here’s a photo of the Spawn wearing all of his SF Giants gear (even if it’s too small), because GO GIANTS!





Calvin, Hobbes and Princess Leia walk into a Halloween party …

Yeah, so, we went to a Halloween party on Saturday. I wore a costume: A costume that people found difficult to believe that I have never worn before.

I don’t know why it took me so long to dress up as Princess Leia, but for some reason I decided this was the year. I think I look more like Liz Lemon trying to get our of jury duty than Princess Leia, but the costume was a hit.

As for the Spawn, we only have another year or so before he starts telling us what he wants to be for Halloween. For now, we decide, and we decided for this party he would be Hobbes, and mighty, mighty good man David would be Calvin. I know, right? Clever.

Of course, the party didn’t really get started until after Game 3 of the World Series was over. Can you see how excited Calvin is that the Giants won Game 3?

Everyone was cheering and jumping up and down around him, and he couldn’t have been more bored. Actually, he was really tired. We are awful parents for keeping him up past his bedtime so we could watch a baseball game at a Halloween party.

On Sunday night, my beloved Giants swept the Tigers (Wooooooooooooooo!), and then “fans” decided to celebrate by setting the city on fire.

Oh, San Francisco, don’t ever change.

I’m not surprised. This is a town that protests when the cops kill an armed man wanted in connection with murdering a pregnant lady. True story. So, setting mattresses on fire when their team wins the World Series sounds about right to me. I debated go out to the fires myself. I have a lot of junk I need to get rid of.

What everyone is going to burn on Halloween? Hopefully, they didn’t set fire to all their mattresses.


Giants baseball and beer

Yeah, so, I’ve been all about San Francisco Giants baseball this week.

I have been wearing my Giants gear all week at work.

I have been superstitiously drinking my Anchor Porter and Sierra Nevada Tumbler during every game, and it’s totally working, because the Giants are up two games. You’re welcome, everybody!

So, I watched Game 1 with the Spawn. Mighty, mighty good man David went out, so The Boy and I snuggled up on the couch to watch Pablo Sandoval hit three home runs. Amazing!

Apparently, Game 1 was dedicated to Stand Up 2 Cancer. Everyone in the ballpark was given a sign to hold up. They wrote the name of someone in their life who has/had cancer.

I cannot tell a lie on this blog: I cried during this moment. More than 45,000 people holding up signs with names of people who had/have cancer. Some of the signs said, “My Mom,” and some of the signs said, “Me.” I’m not made of stone. It was a special moment, and as a breast cancer survivor I was very touched.

While a little part of me was bummed to not be at the game, because I love baseball and because I would have loved to participated in that moment, I was so happy to be sitting on the couch, cancer free, with my little guy. I gave him a little hug with tears streaming down my face, and then he reached out for Homer and said, “Dog.”