My original purpose of this blog was to keep track of all of my "Things To Do" before my life expires. You know... stuff to do before you kick the bucket. Well people - here's my Bucket List or shall I say "Tabo" List. You only live once, so don't think twice. In addition to my "Tabo" List, you'll find me sharing how it's like to live the life of the wonderful share-bare. Happy Reading! ENJOY!

(inspired by the 2007 movie, The Bucket List )

1.) Pet a Tiger Cub
2.) Hold and Wrap a Snake Around Me
3.) Raise Money for a Good Cause

4.) Run a Half Marathon
5.) Run a Full Marathon

6.) Attend an Oprah Winfrey Show

7.) Meet Drew Barrymore in Person

8.) Go Dog Sledding in the Colorado Mountains
9.) Get Rock Hard Abs

10.) Write My Own Book and/or Sitcom

11.) Be in a Professional Photo Shoot
12.) Compete in a Bus Surfing Contest
13.) Step Inside of Grand Central Station in New York
14.) Cross the Golden Gate Bridge by Foot
15.) Adopt a dog named him Chaw-Lee <--I mean, Bam

16.) Learn to Swim so I Can be a Surfer Chick

17.) Enjoy a Special Brownie

18.) Hale Down a Yellow Cab
19.) Lie in a Hammock with Someone Special
20.) Apply for a Library Card
21.) Get a Black Belt in Kenpo Karate
22.) Get Kissed by a Hottie on New Year's (Strike of Midnight)

23.) Learn to be a Voice Over Artist
24.) Attend a Superbowl Game
25.) Sing the Song 'Killing Me Softly' at a Karaoke Bar
26.) Go Skinny Dipping

27.) Be on T.V.

28.) Go White Water Rafting in the American River
29.) Run up the "Rocky Steps" of the Philadelphia Museum of Art
30.) Marry Mr. Right

31.) Work Out So Hard That I Puke
32.) Go Stand Up Paddle Surfing (or Hoe he'e nalu) somewhere tropical

Friday, August 15, 2008

Farewell to Bay Meadows

Yesterday, my work's annual picnic was held where I spend most of my childhood - Bay Meadows Race track. LOL. Seriously. My dad was a serious gambler. That was probably one of the reasons why my parents divorced. My dad would drag us there practically every weekend. Oh the memories! I love to reminisce. I remember how men would get their shoes shined in between races. I remember the smell of beer and cigars at the bar where there were constant cheering. I remember how the floors were covered with bet vouchers and scantrons. I remember how the programs were used as noise makers. I remember how men would fold and stuff the programs behind their back pant pockets. I remember how my dad would ask us kids to pick a horse for good luck (i think). I remember going to the stable and seeing the horses before each race. Aah the wonderful smell of hay and dung! I remember how we would always wander off to the playground with no adult supervision. I remember the free giveaways during admission. Anyway, during our company outing I was approached by some very sad news. Bay Meadows' last day of operation will be this coming Sunday. Sad, right? All those memories will be torn down to build new home communities, schools, and business. Like we don't have enough of those already right? Hillsdale will just be the congestion capital of San Mateo. Truly sad. 74 years of memories down the drain. That's why this Saturday, I will attending the races for the last time in my life. How dramatic right? My dad must be hella pissed off in heaven. It's OK Dad...I'll bring you a final Bay Meadows souvenir on Sunday. Just hope the deers down eat it!

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