tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33480242507315251062024-03-05T04:55:49.084-08:00SHARE'S TABO LISTWhat's in Your "Tabo" List?share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.comBlogger362125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-34475014577590714082011-01-26T16:03:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:15:01.857-08:00Happy Birthday to Me<b>December 2nd, 2010-</b><br />
Happy Birthday to me! I was surprised this morning with a lovely gift from NuBoo. Yay! <a href="http://www.uggaustralia.com/">UGGs</a>! It only took me 5 years to get. LOL! I'm so happy. He's the best boyfriend EVER!<br />
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Once I arrived at the office, I was chatting with my sister, Ryree (as usual) while the subject of PMS came up. I thought I was suffering from a major case of it because I was having superior mood swings. First I'm happy...then I'm bitter...Girls you know the deal. Not sure if it was because I'm now 32 years old....eeks! That may have been the case. Anyways - turns out that Ryree had just finished her menstrual cycle. I was like "Really?! How come I haven't got mines yet?!" For the record, she always gets her a week before me. She refers herself as the freakin' <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menstrual_cycle">alpha female</a> because of this. You're probably like what?! Ummm...just read this from Wikipedia which explains it all: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menstrual_cycle">Menstrual cycle</a> My initial reaction - "Whatevs!" But in reality, this whole alpha female thing is true. Anyway, then I started to worry.....Anxiety starts to hit me. Oh d-d-dear. I've pretty much have been on time. So, what next? Drama starts to unfold. OH no! <i>Could this be true??!! It can't be!!! </i></div>
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In the meantime, NuBoo previously made dinner reservations for the evening of my birthday at one of my favorite restaurants, <a href="http://www.roysrestaurant.com/">Roy's</a> in San Francisco. After work, we would proceed to our birthday celebration destination. When I got off work, I immediately rushed to the local CVS Pharmacy to get a 'you know what'. I arrived at my apartment and yes! Nobody was home. I literally ripped open the plastic wrapped box, yanked a test out and peed on it. Approximately 30 seconds later.....I see a dark '+' sign. OMFG! Is this really happening?!?!?!</div>
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NuBoo finally arrived at my apartment with Eli. He knew something was up because I was abnormally quiet. I finally shared the news to him. Let's just say once I told him....the entire room was quiet. We both were just staring into the air in utter silence. Mixed emotions were felt obviously. I even was in sort of denial which led me to retake the test. Luckily, I bought the 3-pack. I took it again while waited patiently outside of my bathroom. Once I got out of the bathroom and it was like dejavu. Umm Yup. It's <b>POSITIVE</b> alright! </div>
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So, of course we had our mini confidential baby news celebration simultaneously along with my birthday celebration. Sucks, that I can't share it with Eli. But he'll know sooner or later. Happy Birthday to Me! Crazy, right? </div>
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So, there's the news everyone!! I'm having a baby!! Exciting and scary at the same time. Mainly, because I forgot how it's like to be preggers. It was only like 12 years since I gave birth to Eli. </div>
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And of course, I'm just now posting this now since today but actually back dated it to my birthday because I wanted my readers to experience this happy journey with me! Why January 26th? Well, apparently nowadays its routine to WAIT until a pregnant woman's 1st trimester is done because it's the most critical stage to have a miscarriage. But so far, I'm OK. Everything is going great. I'm very happy and blessed. </div>share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-74110386666005748202011-01-19T00:00:00.000-08:002011-01-19T00:00:15.019-08:00A Letter to My Personal TrainersDear <a href="http://thefitnesstech.com/">TFT</a> (aka <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">Gary</a> and <a href="http://fitnesstechsb.blogspot.com/">Eric</a>):<br />
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Clearly, I'm sure you both are aware that I have not attended a workout session for over two months. You are probably wondering why I suddenly dropped the face of the earth after I promised I would not skip another month ever again, right? It's not because I decided to gain weight all of a sudden. It's not because I didn't care about my body anymore. It's not because I'm broke as a joke. It's not because I became a traitor and joined the gym. It's not because I'm living temporarily in the East Bay and the drive to your facility is too far for me to drive. It's not because I wanted to eat whatever the hell I wanted during the Holiday season. </div>
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I'm writing you this letter to let you <i>finally </i>know that I'm pregnant. Yes indeed. I am now with child once again after twelve years. Unfortunately, I have to follow my doctor's orders and lay off running and any strength training for the duration of my pregnancy. This saddens me as I am only limited to walking. Yes....walking. Three months have passed and I'm miserable. I miss the leg matrix. I miss the prowler push. I miss the tire drags. I miss the plate pushes (even though that was the <i>one </i>exercise that had me puking my guts out). I miss the deck of cards workout. I miss the tire flips. Most of all, I miss the surprise workout finishers. </div>
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I'm also letting you know that I'm most confident that you will fulfill my goal this year. I'm estimated to gain about 25-35 pounds during my pregnancy. Let's hope no more than that! Once the baby is born, I want to lose as much baby weight as possible. I am 100% reliant that post baby delivery (estimated to be on August 3, 2011) you will help me get back into shape. I also want to run yet another <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/NWM26.2">Nike Women's Half Marathon </a>this Fall (October 16, 2011 to be exact) so I will need your assistance to regain my endurance, as well. So, please....until then, I beg you to pray that my ass does not turn into a swollen "Michelin Man". </div>
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You guys will always be in my thoughts. I certainly can't wait to join the <a href="http://thefitnesstech.com/index.html">TFT</a> Crew once again! See you in approximately 7 months. Hope all is well!<br />
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Best Regards,<br />
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-82464196237951467252011-01-17T20:15:00.000-08:002011-01-17T20:18:59.490-08:00Merging During Traffic 101<div style="text-align: justify;">
You would think drivers could follow the simple rule of merging when in traffic.....Every other car....like a zipper. Today, was not the case for !@#$face dude in bucket car as I was merging onto Highway 880 this morning. I was fed up with being polite and letting cars take advantage of me. I was already having a bad Monday morning. So.... I was merging into a somewhat crowded freeway during this sunny Martin Luther King holiday. The car in front of me did it correctly. He/she came from the right and came in between two cars on the left. My turn! But, in my case, ass wipe decided to tailgate the car in front of him making no gap for me to merge into. The usual me would accept the stubbornness and move on to the next available gap. Nope. Not today. Sorry sir but I'm not in the mood. I made an effort to fit in that damn gap. I risked getting my car hit and yay! I did it! I merged according the correct rules. Take that mother!! I glanced at him using my side view mirror giving him my evil stink eye. (It kind of looked like a thizz face with the exception of the pout lips ) And get this....he saw my mean stare! What did I get in return? Yup. The finger. </div>
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Awe man! Some people would be pissed but I just laughed. It was quite entertaining to have some random middle aged man lose his temper with me, a complete stranger whom he never even talked to might I add. Did I care though? Nope! I won the silent battle and that's all that mattered. Yay Me! I wonder how the rest of his day went though. Mine went very well from that moment on. I must have transferred my bad karma over to him and his ugly bucket car. Like, after all that went down, the negative aura in me just miraculously disappeared. It's amazing. </div>
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So, readers. Let's avoid the finger drama and remember this key phrase when merging through traffic: <b>EVERY OTHER Car! </b><br />
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Now go have yourself a wonderful day! <b><br /></b>share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-6947422199116529592011-01-13T18:52:00.000-08:002011-01-13T18:52:35.432-08:00New Year's Resolution for 2011Happy New Year Peoples. Yeah, I'm only 13 days late. =)<br />
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Resolutions seem overrated but we all end up doing it anyways. Maybe we use it as an excuse for a conversation starter. <br />
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I thought about doing two resolutions for 2011 but as you can tell from my prior New Year's resolution posts barely any of them fall through. So, I will only do one. That's <b><i>only</i></b> if NuBoo really works hard on not being Mr. Road Sensei (aka Road Rager). Nah, I think I'll do mine regardless of Road Sensei. Cause I can probably guess he's broken it like 50 times since the 1st of the year. I witnessed a couple episodes and realize he's probably not going to change. </div>
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So, my numero uno resolution for 2011 is to not yell as much. If you know me personally, you know I get really passionate with expressing my emotions. Let's leave it at that. When I'm excited, I yell. When I'm happy, I yell. When I get mad, I yell. When I get irritated, I raise my voice slightly....OK, OK, who we fooling - I YELL! So from now on yelling would only be acceptable during cheering sessions such as 1.) on the couch while watching the Philadelphia Eagles (sorry 49ers) on television, 2.) at AT&T ballpark rooting on the World Champs San Francisco Giants 3.) at a preschool, grade school, middle school, high school, or college graduation, 4.) at a concert, 5.) at a loud club/bar attempting to communicate with the person directly in front of me and, 6.) anywhere watching a fight or rarely if I'm actually in a fight. LOL! This rule will also apply during instant messaging chats. Just in case your wondering.....I yell via chat, as well. Oh and let's not forget via text, too. I'm horrible, right??!!</div>
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If I ever have the urge to yell, I just have to learn how to take a few deep breaths and just walk away for a few minutes. Wish me luck. This is going to be extremely difficult. I dread it. But, I'm almost certain it will better myself and my relationship with others. </div>
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-24464926666465432022011-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:002011-01-13T21:40:42.257-08:0022.) Get Kissed by a Hottie on New Year's (Strike of Midnight)Check! Finally! Woohoo! <br />
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There'sNo need to illustrate the actual kiss between NuBoo and I. Totally not necessary, right? I did it and that's all that counts! <br />
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-31277911327546967252010-12-25T11:21:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:16:34.161-08:00Have a Merry Christmas in 2010!Merry Christmas All from all of us to you! Check Bam out with the wreath. I guess he thought he was getting a new collar. Hehe! Silly dog you!<br />
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This may have been the best Christmas by far! NuBoo did the most thoughtfullest thing ever! I love him so. This gift of mine from him was certainly a shocker. He took my most favorite picture of me and my dad and had <a href="http://www.michaelsacramento.com/">Michael Sacramento</a> create a nice painting for me! Awesome right? My dad looks so real. It's amazingly beautiful! Check it out for yourself!</div>
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This Christmas gift brought me to tears. Tears of joy, happiness, and appreciation. I'm truly blessed to find such an awesome man. This gift tops them all! I love you NuBoo! Thanks also goes to Micheal for recreating my favorite picture into a magnificent piece of canvas art. I can't wait to hang it up soon!! </div>
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Merry Christmas Everyone! May you have memories to cherish year after year! Have a blessed day! </div>
<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-72557122159608281372010-12-19T11:37:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:17:05.621-08:00Our 1st Ornament<div style="text-align: justify;">
Traditions... I like creating new traditions. 2010 is definitely a good year to start one. I mean everything has been going so great this year for me! I can't believe how it's almost over. Anyway, NuBoo, Eli and I decided to get a special <a href="http://www.hallmark.com/online/in-stores/keepsake-ornaments/">Hallmark Keepsake Ornament</a> each year. This year was our first Christmas together so we choose this. </div>
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Ain't it cute? Once a year seems like a plan considering how much our first ornament was. Major grip! A whopping $14.95 plus tax! Crazy but totally worth it! I was seriously considering joining the <a href="http://www.hallmark.com/online/koc/join.aspx">Keepsake Ornament Club</a> too but too bad it's like $30.95 per year. Beyond my budget, that's for sure. Plus, I only need one ornament, not two. Two is just too muchey. </div>
<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-38395145366141860632010-12-14T10:53:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:18:05.849-08:00Oh Christmas Tree...<b><i>...Oh Christmas tree</i></b><br />
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This year marks getting our FIRST Christmas tree together. A real tree at that! No fake or imitations here! No sir! I never got a real tree!!! So, this moment was extremely special for the three of us - Me, NuBoo, and Eli! Good times! After many attempts, we finally found the perfect tree. My four tries picking it out from the bunch weren't as successful as Eli's single try. Ain't it a beauty? Nice and thick!! </div>
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Just Kidding! He was just setting it up. Looks kinda awkward, doesn't it? Hehe!</div>share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-23426157477953585892010-12-13T17:57:00.000-08:002010-12-17T06:12:47.839-08:00An Irkalicious DayTypical Monday work days. But perhaps today was just one of them days. I must have had my ears on bionic hearing mode. Today's post is just a simple vent:<br />
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I'm sick of the hearing the chick 2 cubicles away burp nonchalantly. OK, I get it. The 1st few times were accidents but really now. Don't make it an after a meal or snack habit. It's quite disturbing and RUDE (might I add). I do hear you!!<br />
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Loud finger tapping which leads to excessively loud finger nail tapping which leads to a duet of finger AND toe tapping! Ugh! I know you are thinking dude in the cubicle next to me but really....just stop! It's distracting. Your in a thinking mode but here I am in an irkalicious mode. It's not fair at all. How about just looking up into the cold non-operable HVAC office air. It's a quieter technique. That way I can actually concentrate on getting work done instead of focusing on your annoying habits. <br />
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Next, you have the foreigners who claim they are citizens but yet constantly talk Tagalog amongst one another. This is America! English please. Much appreciated. Not only that but when they argue they have this high pitched voice that echoes throughout half of our entire floor. <br />
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I might take up on my boss' advice and invest on some noise canceling headphones. Shall I have the same wish list item as my son Eli? Hmmm....Beats by Dre surely sound like a GREAT investment. Now only if I can find some extra cash lying around, that would be great - $300?! <br />
<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-59465395156869452452010-12-11T07:35:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:19:39.167-08:00So Much I Wanna Do........Though so little....MULA!<br />
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LOL! You thought I was going to say 'time', huh? Do you ever just sit at home on a Friday night and think - I feel like a loser. Light bulb finally lit up over my head and I was like."Geez, maybe because I'm broke as a joke?!" But if I had enough funds to do what I've always wanted to do, I'd do the following:<br />
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<b>YOGA</b> - I want to be a yoga-terian. You know, one who consumes yoga on a daily basis. Haha! I just made that word up myself. Pretty awesome. Have you seen the hot celebrity yoga-terians? So freakin' toned! Not only that, but they have peacefulness attitude that shows. I, for one, need that sh!t. But do you think they allow short tempered and moody students in their class? Please change me yoga-terian teachers. I desperately need your help to eliminate my constant stress and worry wartness that has recently taken over my entire body.<br />
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<b>GO PART-TIME - </b>My career has also taken it's toll on me. I'm an Accountant and I feel like I'm always doing a month-end close like every week. I love my job. I just don't like the stress that comes along with it. I don't like to feel rushed but I like the challenge. If I were able to afford my lifestyle and go part-time, I'd be the happiest girl in the world. I'll finally have the time to take my dog for long walks TWICE a day. I'll be able to find time to try to sample out some kick ass looking recipes on the Food Network Channel. I'll be able to have some "Me" time in between being a mom, a dog owner, a girlfriend, and working into becoming a professional yoga-terian. That's right! Ahhh, what a dream that would be!<br />
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<b>ROAD TRIP!</b> - Inspired by my soul sister, Britney Spears' movie, Crossroads. I just want to rent a car and just drive away with the girls! Not just to Los Angeles or San Diego. Somewhere a little further down or up the way. Maybe eastward even. Let's just up and leave for a month or something, shall we?<br />
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<b>BACK TO SCHOOL - </b>Another addition to my Tabo List is to finish college with a Bachelors Degree. I know it's going to take a long time if I go part-time. I've always wanted to do Architecture but I don't think that will pay good money. I could be wrong. Maybe, I'll stick to the broad Accounting/Finance field. Who knows.... Now, if I only can get my foot through that door to attend a class, that would be a good start to something. As NuBoo would say, "Don't talk about it. BE about it". And as I would always say as a reply to that famous slogan of his "Yeah, yeah, yeah...."share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-81465136801550892832010-11-30T18:02:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:39:17.546-08:00Off to BIGGER and BETTERI'm totally trying to be optimistic. Ho la fellow readers! Long time no blah-g! I know, right? I miss you all. I hope you missed me too.<br />
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A lot has happened during the latter part of this year. Still by far one of the BEST Years ever. I'm very thankful for the path I've taken and excited to see what lies down the road. Here's a lil' bit of an update: <br />
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<li>I hosted my 1st 4th of July BBQ</li>
<li>I went camping with a bunch of new friends and acquaintances during the summer in August</li>
<li>Planned and attended my family's South Lake Tahoe vacation in August, as well</li>
<li>I met NuBoo's extended family for the 1st time. </li>
<li>Learned how to be a nurse to NuBoo for about 6 weeks due to a torn Achilles in September </li>
<li>I missed out on my 1st vacation with NuBoo and Eli due to NuBoo's Achilles injury - boohoo!</li>
<li>I ate HELLA ribs in Sparks, Nevada during Labor Day Weekend. I lost $40 playing Wheel of Fortune slot machine</li>
<li>I'm taking night classes with sissy Ryree in order to receive our Sacrament of Confirmation. If you're not Catholic, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Try google-ing it.</li>
<li>I Got into the NWM 2010 5 weeks prior to race day - PURE LUCK! AND....I
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<li>I got to experience the World Series first hand. NuBoo got tickets for Eli and I for Game 1. GO GIANTS! </li>
<li>I finally went on my 1st trip with both NuBoo and Eli and traveled to Las Vegas for the weekend earlier this month. We watched the Jabbawockeez (Eli's favorite dance group) perform at the Monte Carlo. Lost $40 AGAIN playing the Wheel of Fortune slot machine. Will I ever learn??</li>
<li>I perfected my Braised Short Ribs recipe in time for my family's Thanksgiving Potluck.</li>
<li>I went shopping galore during Black Friday - Approximately 75%-80% completed with my Christmas shopping list. I'm the Bomb Diggity!</li>
<li> And now I'm doing something somewhat nomadic(if your a die hard reader of Share's Tabo List then you'll know what I'm talking about).....Stay tuned! Like I said, It's off to BIGGER and BETTER. And no...it's not a boob job. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{Eli & I grubbin' on some RIBS @ the Golden Nugget Rib Cook Off 2010}</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<li>Giants won, of course!</li>
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Bad News hit me hard in the head. And, I say that literally. A couple weeks ago, I was at NuBoo's house. We just finished a 10 mile run for our Half Marathon training. We rested for a while and played with Bam. I was in the living room and leaned backed hard to rest against the back cushion of his couch. It was too late before I realized that his couch in fact had no back to it for it was really a long rectangular ottoman. BANG went my head onto his window sill. Painful as it was, I got over it quickly. Just saw a few stars but nothing major like me passing out. </div>
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Couple days later after my incident, I was working out w/my personal trainer Gary at the TFT facility. Between the TRX and doing planks, I all of a sudden felt dizzy. Perhaps, I didn't eat? But I did! Suddenly, I was having vertigo. The room was spinning and I could not balance. I took a quick rest on the floor accompanied by a sip of my bottled water. Vertigo went away temporarily. Dizziness and fatigue was still present. I continued the workout until the very end. </div>
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After my workout, I was feeling extremely sleepy driving home. I knew I had enough rest the night before. Plus, it's so rare for me to be drowsy mid-morning. What's going on? I sucked it up and went about my normal routine. </div>
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The day after, I still felt tired and very dizzy. It was like I just finished riding a roller coaster at Great America. Not only that, but my vertigo episodes were not going away. In addition to that, I felt I was going to puke and my head would start hurting. I almost tipped over while getting out of the shower. Right then and there, I knew something was wrong but I still ignored it. I wasn't concerned about myself quite yet. Half a day into it, NuBoo finally convinced my stubborn ass to put a call into the advice nurse at Kaiser Permanente. The symptoms I had were identical to symptoms of a concussion. Who would have thought that hitting my head while doing something really idiotic would cause me to have a concussion. Pretty embarrassing, right? I mean, at least have me do something athletic to deserve this! Not a head bang to a freakin' window sill because of my carelessness and stupidity. Anyway, I finally made a doctor appointment. Results - yup, I have a concussion. Apparently, I hit my head so hard that it cause some bruising in my brain. Boo! Doctor said to rest for one to two weeks. No exercise. He even gave me a doctor's note to take off from work. Did I do that? Negative. My brain must be really acting up! Anyone, I mean anyone would have made use of that doctor's note right? Nope. Not I. I must be really f**ked up in the dome. </div>
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Anyway, there's my story of my first concussion in my life. It's definitely not fun. I still haven't felt the same since and it's been exactly a week. Hopefully, I get better soon.share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-63063941427918647662010-06-12T16:13:00.001-07:002011-01-26T16:41:46.637-08:00Pizza Night with 515ters<div style="text-align: justify;">
I made my first pizza at one of my girlfriend's house. Good times! Everyone decided to make regular looking personal pizzas but I for one (I guess since I'm the baby of the clan) decided to be a bit creative. Presentation was cute but taste-wise....I actually could have used a little more olives, mushrooms, meat, and especially CHEESE on mine. So much for creativity. I still enjoyed my personal pizza. </div>
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-64783232036106236912010-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:002011-01-13T21:31:04.311-08:00Too Hot to HandleWell...it's finally a great day today. No sign of rain. No cloud in the sky.<br />
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I have my day all planned out. I woke up bright and early (5:30am to be exact). I took Bam for his usual morning walk. Afterwards, I made myself some coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Yeah - I'm still addicted to it. I mean it's soooo good! Got ready for my TFT morning workout and was out the door. </div>
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<li>Make breakfast for Eli</li>
<li>Wash the dishes and vacuum the apartment </li>
<li>Throw three loads of dirty clothes into the washer</li>
<li>Take Eli to his friend's house so that they can finish up their science project</li>
<li>Transfer my wet laundry to the dryer</li>
<li>Go for a 2-3 mile run with Bam </li>
<li>Clean out my dirty TrailBlazer and take it to Ducky's for a nice car wash</li>
<li>THEN shower once all my errands are done.</li>
<li>Pick Eli from up his friends house. </li>
<li>Go to the East Bay. Madz house to be exact to pick sissy Renee up.</li>
<li>Meet up with Chelle and Joyce at the theatre to watch Sex and the City 2</li>
<li>Have dinner after the movie</li>
<li>Head back home and make my chicken dish for NuBoo's roommate's Going Away Partay</li>
<li>Get dolled up (well kinda sorta...still don't know what to wear, by the way)</li>
<li>Head over to NuBoo's for some good times.</li>
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<li> Had to reload one load of laundry into a washer that ACTUALLY works. Ugh! Now my laundry process has been delayed another 50 minutes! Can someone be nice enough to place a sign which says 'OUT OF ORDER'. C'mon now neighbors!! I'm on a time restraint!</li>
<li>Did not vacuum. Totally got sidetracked and decided to browse the web. My bad.</li>
<li>Did not run just because I'm lazy and still not over the fact that I wasted 38 minutes on a disfunctional washer.</li>
<li>Still have not showered...</li>
<li>FORGOT to take the chicken for my dish out from the freezer to defrost. By the time I realized it was already 1:00pm. Let's pray for a defrosting miracle!</li>
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This BEAUTIFUL and sunny day was definitely too good to be true. Something(s) just had to go wrong. I guess I shouldn't pressure myself into doing stuff simultaneously. Now I'm stressed that I won't be able to clean my car and also not have a dish to bring for tonight. Someone is already bringing wings. Dangit....share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-64472529452840712102010-05-29T08:07:00.000-07:002010-05-29T12:47:18.302-07:00"The Talk"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I must have forgotten ever receiving the memo regarding "The Talk" <br />
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So, I've been hanging out with a certain individual. Let's call him NuBoo for now. NuBoo was my 1<a href="http://sharestabolist.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-date-of-2010.html">st Date of 2010</a>, as well as, the fella who accompanied me to the beautiful <a href="http://sharestabolist.blogspot.com/2010/05/angel-island-segway-tour.html">Angel Island for the Segway tour</a>. So there. A bit of a background behind NuBoo.</div>
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Anyway, I've been approached by a few people asking the status of our affiliation. My answer: I don't know. Then the next thing they ask: Well, have you had "The Talk"? I go: WTF is "The Talk"? I always thought "The Talk" referred to the birds and the bees discussion you give to your growing adolescent, (WHICH by the way, I've failed majorly during my attempt - it was quite hilarious if I think back of it now...poor son of mine). But nope. "The Talk" referred to the relationship talk. The big word I sort of have been scared of during these past few years- commitment. And no....I'm not a cheater! Pause. No judging allowed. But for your information, I don't have problems committing. I just have issues committing to the wrong men. Make sense now? Now that we have that clarified, moving on...</div>
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I decided to entertain myself as I was the one who has been entertaining a lot of people this past week. We'll talk more about that in one of share-bare's ranDUMB moment posts. Coming soon at a web browser near you. So back to "The Talk". I google'd "The Talk" and I came across this web page titled, <b><i><a href="http://www.relationship-love.com/advice/men-behavior/commitment.html">"How to Have 'The Talk' With Him"</a> </i></b>I'm a boggled right now. Oh, the stuff you find in the internet these days...*sigh* Read it for yourself. But, if you are lazy like myself, I will save you from the torture by listing their 4 tips: </div>
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<li>Choose the Right Words Wisely</li>
<li>Seal the Deal</li>
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I don't know if it's just me, but doesn't this look wrong? It's like I'm reading tips on how to negotiate with a car salesman on purchasing your first car....Hmmm. After all this nonsense, I've decided to look no further and IGNORE what the web is trying to tell me. Let's just forget I ever did that, shall we? I'm also going to politely blow off everyone around me who asks about my affiliation with NuBoo. If I knew, then I will tell you. But for now, I don't. OK? Besides, I don't want to end up over thinking the situation. I'd much rather like to continue enjoying NuBoo's company whom I care deeply about at this moment in time. </div>
<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-15640997737180666862010-05-26T20:35:00.001-07:002011-01-26T16:43:05.586-08:00Dating Don'ts According to share-bare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lately, I've been withholding a bunch of stuff. My bad. I guess life is no longer full of bitterness and complaints. I apologize peoples. I'm what you call boring now. Could I possibly be a mature adult.<br />
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Anyhow, during my drive to my TFT workout, dating flashbacks came to mind. Lightbulb! What a brilliant idea share-bare but to list Dating Don'ts based on my 15 years of dating experiences. Awesomeness, right? Well, it's the least I can do for boring you these past months. Again, I'm sorry. I hope you still love me...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>DON'T...</b></span><br />
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<li> ...ever go to a Dude's house for the 1st date. No exceptions. I don't care if he says he's going to cook you dinner. Reality - He just wants you to repay him for all the hard work with a night of hot steamy meaningless sex. </li>
<li>...stick around for dinner if Dude cannot read the restaurant menu. For the record, you do not pronounce 'cashew' like sha-shu! Even worse, run away as fast as you can if he does not know what steamed rice is. Really?! Are you freakin' kidding me?!</li>
<li>...date Dude if you are in an "On and Off Again" type of relationship. It's really not fair to the dude. Let's not be selfish here. </li>
<li>...go on a date with Dude that's just getting over a relationship. It's time to call it a night if he starts asking you for advice on how to get back with his ex-girlfriend.</li>
<li>...let Dude literally chase you for a kiss good night. That right there is a pyscho statistic. Keep calm. Take the keys from valet with a quickness and burn rubber. Don't look back! </li>
<li>...set a bar/lounge as a meeting place for a date with dude. He will hold you responsible if his unattended drink is accidentally taken away by the bus boy dude. Yes, alcoholic dude will even yell at you in front of his friends. Save yourself the embarrassment please. </li>
<li>...have dude plan a 2nd date during your 1st date. That's what you call Desperado!</li>
<li>...let politeness stop you from deleting 'dating reject' dude from your Facebook or myspace friend list. That just gives him the opportunity to internet stalk you. Delete! Block for life!</li>
<li>...return a call from dude that leaves you a 5 minute voice mail stating that he might be falling for you and you may be "the one" immediately after your 2nd date. Please change your phone number if you have to. </li>
<li>...date dude from a rock band unless you are all about "Groupie Love"</li>
<li>...waste your time with dude that does not own his own vehicle. MUNI bus rides are so not romantic!</li>
<li>...let Dude talk about feelings. Don't let Dude ask you what you are feeling. Who really does that?! You are only on a date! Have fun and don't let it get all serious. </li>
<li>...bother dating Dude that only wants to see you really late at night or only wants to talk to you on the phone during business hours (between 8am - 5pm, Monday through Friday only). Hint: Dude is already in a relationship! Don't be a Jesse James girl...aka Michele McGee </li>
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I know there's more...but I can't think right now. I'm hungry. Gotta eat. BRB! <br />
<ul></ul>share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-79526587849264448752010-05-19T20:30:00.000-07:002010-05-19T21:02:16.113-07:00I'm on YouTube!<div style="text-align: justify;">
But ummm....who isn't, right??<br />
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Oh well. Another 15 minutes of fame for me. Awesome! Check it out for yourself. I've been working out with <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">TFT</a> for almost three months. I'm 3 pounds shy of my personal goal - Lose 15 pounds by May 27th. I'm getting there. I don't think I'll have a problem. I'm proud of myself which is odd because I don't normally feel this way. Yay me. So weird....people (co-workers, girlfriends, family, fellow <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">TFT</a> clients) have approached me lately with compliments. Awe. So nice of them to share such kind words. They noticed that I've lost alot of weight especially on my face. Wait! My face got skinny?! LOL. Hilarious. I guess..... Double yay! I mean, 12 pounds is really nothing compared to <i><a href="http://www.nbc.com/the-biggest-loser/"><b>The Biggest Loser</b></a> </i>but I'll take it. I'm not trying to look all anorexic-like, anyways. Hard work is really paying off for me. My calculated <a href="http://www.nhlbisupport.com/bmi/bminojs.htm">BMI (Body Mass Index)</a> is <i>finally </i>in <b>normal </b>weight range. It's been a few years since that happened. Whew! Sigh of relief....<br />
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I'm truly loving life. <br />
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Anyway, I have more good news. I've finally convinced a couple of my girlfriends (who are also training for the <a href="http://www.thesfmarathon.com/">SF Marathon</a> with me) to train with <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">TFT,</a> too. I'm so happy! They'll be training with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072956436412479099">Gary</a> and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912176849794100709">Eric</a> next Monday to get a feel of how it's like at the <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">TFT</a> facility. I think they will <strike>like </strike>LOVE it because they want results and I'm proof that you will MOST DEFINITELY get the results you want. As long as you stay committed to exercise and good eating, you will get there!! </div>
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This wasn't on my Tabo list but it should've been. It was so fun. So, last weekend I went out on a second date with NuBoo to Angel Island. This time I called the shots so I decided to surprise him with a fun day trip. It was both our first time setting foot on the island, as well as, our first time riding a <a href="http://www.segway.com/individual/learn-how-works.php">Segway</a>. Again, it was so fun! I had a blast! Our tour guide, Freeda a.k.a Heidi was the best ever. We were only ones during her 12:30 p.m. session so it felt really private. I loved it! The views were spectacular. Unfortunately, we weren't able to tour the Immigration station as it was closed for the 100th anniversary celebration. I guess there's my excuse to go for a second time, right? Right! For those that haven't tried it, it's a must on your to-do list. It's really a trip how they work. It functions with your balance and weight gravitation! It's an incredible piece of device. I want one now! In the beginning, I felt like a total dork. You have to wear a helmet. So not cute. When I first stepped onto my assigned Segway, I seriously felt like <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/paulblartmallcop/">Paul Blart: Mall Cop</a>. Awkward feeling. After a while, I got over looking ridiculous with a quickness and just rode away! We rode uphill and downhill around the entire island. It was about 6 miles of greatness. It was awesome. My best experience so far this year! Good times!</div>
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-63066225286772584712010-05-15T08:04:00.000-07:002010-05-15T08:04:36.893-07:00Dream a Little Dream of MeGood News - my little sissy, <a href="http://ryree.blogspot.com/">Ryree</a> is moving today!!! Her first apartment. Her first time without Madre dearest. Her first time having utility and cable bills under her name. Her first time renting a U-Haul truck. Her first time living on her own! She's all grown up! Awe...<br />
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Bad News - As my sissy greeted with her version of a good morning via Blackberry Messenger - <b><i>"I'm movinggggggg"</i></b><i>, </i>she also says randomly <i>"U can't drive today</i>"...ummm WTF?<br />
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<i>Ryree: Mom said</i><br />
<i>share-bare: Y?</i><br />
<i>Ryree: Cuz she had a dream bout u getting in an accident. So she said u can't drive today.</i><br />
<i>share-bare: Me?!</i><br />
<i>Ryree: Yea</i><br />
<i>share-bare: She serious? I have to workout.</i><br />
<i>Ryree: Yea she's serious</i><br />
<i>share-bare: Grreat</i><br />
<i>Ryree: Go call her</i><br />
<i>share-bare: No!! So she can explain how I died?! I don't think so. LOL!</i></blockquote>
Aren't dreams meant to carry out good intentions? Who knows. One thing I know for sure is that my family is a bit superstitious at times. This whole Madre dreaming of me kind of freaks me out at the same time though. Why me? Anyway, just to play it safe, I guess I have to keep my vehicle parked in the carport today. All day long. Ugh. What to do? What to do? Oh yeah....that's right. Help my sister move today. <br />
<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-85568646701215707082010-05-09T16:08:00.000-07:002010-06-12T16:11:50.877-07:00Mother's Day 2010Thank you to NuBoo & Eli....<br />
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<br />share-barehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070873110601367454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348024250731525106.post-64107046632066037162010-04-28T20:15:00.000-07:002010-04-28T20:15:34.847-07:00Month DalawaIt's been 2 months since I've started with <a href="http://thefitnesstech.blogspot.com/">TFT</a>. Here's my Dalawa (Tagalog to English translation: two) Month Anniversary workout routine: <br />
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<li>150 pound sand bag drag 10 times</li>
<li>100 squats with a 35 pound kettlebell</li>
<li>150 bicep curls with a resistance band</li>
<li>200 sit-ups</li>
<li>100 push-ups</li>
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All done within 32 minutes. I was originally aiming for 30 minutes flat but what's an extra two. I did it! Finisher was the tire battle with our 600 pound friend. <br />
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Happy Dalawa Month Anniversary to me! <br />
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