The New Kids on the Block Effect

It was not cool to be a New Kids fan back in the 80s but fans didn’t care. Decades later we still don’t care!

I’ve been to their concert when I was in high school. When they announced their reunion tour a few years ago, I bought a ticket and was sent down memory lane back to a time when everything was so much simpler, when I could pour my angst, my anxiety, my fears into being completely obsessed with five boys from Boston. 

I’ve since been another time. It’s the same each time.

This past weekend a friend bought tickets to their concert in Sacramento but won an additional pair whom she was kind enough to pass on to other Blockheads she knew from work– we screamed like teenagers when she gifted them to us and continued to scream well into the concert. 

There’s nothing better than being a huge fan than sharing this excitement with other fans! 

While it would have been cool to be in the “pit” right next to the stage, tickets were pricey and I didn’t want to pay hundreds of dollars– I have comic conventions to save for! We did the next best thing and snuck our way down to fourth row! That seems to be a trend with me and my friends and I don’t mind at all…


I’ll be loving you forever, Joey, Jordan, Jonathon, Danny, and Donnie! 

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Memorial Day 2017

I left the house this morning without remembering what day it is. I had an “appointment” which was code for Mommy’s alone time at the nail salon.


I forgot it was Memorial Day. I mean, I knew what day it was. Many people have today off for this reason.

But I forgot that it was Memorial Day for Rob and dozens of his friends. 

This day is so hard on them in a way that’ll never understand. I have the privilege of not fighting for my country, something I will never take lightly. 

Thank you to those who gave their lives so we could live ours.

The Filipino Heritage Observation

L and I recently went to Filipino Heritage Night at the San Francisco Giants when they played against the Cincinnati Reds. We never stay the whole time because L gets really cold (even with a long sleeved shirt, pants, jacket, and a blanket!) and very tired. 

To be fair we did wake up early and then walked around San Francisco all day. We went to the two story Disney store near Union Square.


We watched Guardians of the Galaxy 2 at the Metreon and went on the slides at the Yerba Buena playground. 


This was the second time either of us went to a luxury movie theater with reclining seats and it was so fun… until the toddler near us screamed his head off. I could hear polite yet tense conversation where the people next to the dad were trying to say, “Get your kid out of here.” The dad said he was doing the best he can.

But was he? 

On a plane, parents have nowhere to take their kids and these poor babies are most likely in physical pain with their ears popping up in flight. 

At a theater or a restaurant? I am on the side of removing your kid from the situation. 

True, I was a married-yet-single mom for many years while my husband was deployed but I waited a long time to bring them to the movies and sit down restaurants. I remember going out to dinner with my in laws and when the youngest started crying, everyone said to stay and eat but there was no way I would take from other people’s dining experience just as I would expect parents to remove their kids if they were in my situation. We work really hard for our money and do not splurge often so I expect a five star experience every time. 

Kids won’t stay that young forever and it’s not their fault.

But it is their parents’ responsibility.

Anyway, I digress.

We went on to the game and had such a great time! I love watching sports even if I don’t know what’s going on all the time. The energy, the excitement, and the fans make it a worthwhile experience you just don’t get watching the game at home… not to mention the Gilroy garlic fries!


Go Giants!

The Brunch Insufficiency

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and amazing women who treat my kids like their own! 


We went to a local chain restaurant for brunch and while the muffin and mimosa were delicious, the rest of the meal was lacking. That’s okay though because we were able to spend time together with my mom and get these silly photo ops.


I have about a month left of the school year and am sort of dreading it. Teachers form a bond with every class and every year, despite minor complaints, we believe this class was the best class ever. This year is no different.

Happy Mother’s Day!

The Spring Break Salinity

Most teachers get a week or two off for spring break. I got three and a half weeks and counting! 

I’m at a year round school which sounds terrible but it just means our summer break just gets broken up during the school year. I find that it’s a lot easier for me physically and emotionally to have frequent breaks rather than one long summer but that’s just me.

Our family did a lot during the break. We visited more family down in Southern California, we went on a cruise for the first time, and got our first stamps in our passports! 


I even worked at Silicon Valley Comic Con! 


I have met a lot of celebrities but rarely am I tongue tied. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the cast of Sesame Street and David Newell of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood! I’ve known them all of my life and it was a pleasure to be able to share that they have helped shape who I am today. If you ever get a chance to meet one of them, they will tell you that they never get tired of hearing stories of their viewers. 

Of all the traveling we did and all of the people I’ve met, perhaps the biggest impact on my well being was the fact that I did not work a single day of my break… that has not happened in a couple of years. I went from being a stay at home mom, to working part time (but really full since I kept subbing when I was off), to working full time plus extra since I subbed when I was off! I love this direction that my career has taken and am happy to sub for my colleagues but damn, this feels good. I’ll savor every moment until I go back to work on Thursday.

An Open Letter to the Writers of This is Us

Dear Writers,

I want to commend you on this evening’s episode about Randall and his father, William. 

You see, I too lost my father. I too face anxiety on a daily basis. I too retreat into my own self, my own mind, my own world when I am not able to cope with the outside world.

I am Randall. 

I’ve had my fair share of hospitals. Initially these visits were positive as I’d walk in pregnant and get wheeled out with a healthy baby. But then my father got sick.

He came to visit when our middle child was still the youngest child back in 2006. My husband was stationed in Virginia and he flew from California to spend time with his only two grandchildren. Near the end of his month long visit he did not look well but refused to go to a doctor. Instead he insisted that he was flying home in a couple of days and that, of course, he’d be fine when he returned home. 

He wasn’t. 

My mother and his sisters took him to the emergency room immediately. “Why didn’t you take him to the hospital?” they asked.

He didn’t want to go. Of all people, his wife and his sisters should have known how stubborn he was. 

They asked me to come home that night. I knew they were asking me to come home to say goodbye. 

My father, though present in my life, was not the most nurturing father per se but did what any elderly immigrant Filipino father could do. I knew he was proud of me. I knew he loved me. I knew he loved his grandchildren. He never said those things but I felt it. 

I felt it.

Soon after my father passed, I found myself in the emergency room. Heart palpitations. Stomach cramps. Shortness of breath. A self fulfilling prophesy born in the halls where my father died. 

But I was fine. I am fine. I am my own definition of fine.

Thank you for portraying this father-child relationship with honesty and without restraint. Thank you for showing a dying man who was literally living every moment as if it was his last moment as a reminder for us to do the same. Thank you for reminding me how much I loved this mysterious, stoic man who was my father. Thank you for reminding me that even though I physically felt the moment my father left this world, he never left my heart. 

Sincerely,

Someone who misses her dad

The Valentine Consumption

Valentine’s Day has always been bittersweet in our home. Most Valentine’s Days R was deployed or out on a training so I had to do everything myself. From candy to cards to a special meal, I did it all. Anything for the kids to know they are loved by not just one parent but by two.


This weekend R asked me to meet him and the kids at the local PetCo… to pick out a new kitten for me for Valentine’s Day! Luckily he warned me because I said no.

Our pets mean the world to me and while I know that the orange cat who had to be put down last year is in a better place, I don’t know if a new kitten would be welcomed in our already full house. The old gray cat may have been loving towards a new kitten but the chihuahua would have definitely made its life a living hell. 

The middle was really upset by my decision and understandably so. She’s very emotional and loves animals… well, she’s a lot like me. She’s doing better now, of course.

Last night R and I gave each other our presents. The kids “helped” us choose the other’s favorite candies: Scotchmallows from See’s for me and Lindts for him. And to be expected, we shared with the kids. 

This evening I took the kids to eat at one of our favorite burger joints and had frozen yogurt afterward. I am so full right now (of both love and food)! 

While R and I didn’t have a romantic dinner together because he was in class all day, it’s nice knowing we don’t need to. I always told him I never wanted flowers because flowers die and me being me, if I want flowers, I’ll buy my own flowers. 


He did buy me a mini rose plant one year but it didn’t stand a chance. We will have our weekly meal out and without the kids but we know it would happen without the Valentine’s Day label.

And that’s just fine with us.


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