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A friend sent this to me. I am just not sure what to think about it. I laughed a little. I cried a little.  I’m welcoming any additional information on this photo….

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My parents lost my sibling to lung cancer this week. My thoughts are with them. Hank was a great dog that was loved so much. He had a wonderful life and often went crazy in the hills seen behind us in this pic.

Random thought while I surf the net and write a paper, and watch the Today show, and drink cup #5, and read myspace, and clean my house, and listen to JohnJay and Rich’s War of the Roses in one ear: I got Jalabert in something.
“….former top French cyclist Laurent Jalabert has been keeping himself in shape by running. Jalabert competed in the London Marathon last Sunday, and finished 932nd of the men with a time of 2:57:39. It was his second attempt at a marathon, after running in New York last year, where he took 2:55:00.”

Have a good day.
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I was ripping out an apolstered wall in what will be my new office (aka GoGo’s room, the Dane’s room, Jenny’s room) and a bird flew in from the patio.  I recognized, just this year while vacationing in PV, Mexico around X-mas time,  that I hate birds.  Actually, KJ recognized it after we had sailed to a rare bird refuge island wonderland and climbed up among ooodles of birds on these rocks we jumped off of.  She was like, “what’s going on with you and all the birds?  You are weirded out.”  So, anyway.  The bird.  I knew nothing better than to go, “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” to it and it flew out and tried to fly into the next door, my bedroom, and instead hit it’s little bird head into the glass door.  I didn’t feel too bad, as I had the eebbee jeeebees for the next fifteen minutes……….and thought of this:

“said I, ‘thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil!  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore.  Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—–On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore— Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me I implore! Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”. Yea, dumb bird.  The fan is on, so stay away.    Give me that poem name and author and you get a TDS team jersey (that didn’t sell on ebay).

I’ve had people ask me where I’ve been.  Here’s a list of my favorite distractions of the past week:

10.  In an attempt to keep some form through my final project time, I ran through the craziest homeless camp I have ever seen (including on TV) this morning.  I thought about how nuts it was as I hopped a fence at warp speed on my way out of it.  I saw a bit of everything down there under the underpass and I’m not sure why I thought that was a sensible shortcut. Extreme urban running.

9. I’ve recently been told by a family member that they hate my site and it ‘depresses him’ so I’m working on a ten part series expose of my family.  I found out that no Broeder reads it, so it’s a free for all.  Woooo Hooo!!!  My parents left town! Party time.

8. Curi and I set up a rendez-vous in my neck of the woods shortly.  I might interview her to spice up and validate my site   

7. Selling one jersey at a time on ebay to pay for school.  25,000 jerseys later, I’ll have my second BA.  The highest ticket item thus far was an XXL Subway jacket I had for some reason after San Fran.  It went to New Zealand.

6.  Filling my tank up with $4 worth of gas every day hoping Bush’s “investigative probe” pulls through with something and the price goes down a hair.

5. Having co-workers make fun of the way I say “Sorry” and “per-in-near”

4. I got my hair cut on Sat, but got pushed way back by the prom girls with the immediate needs for updos.  I waited for an additional 2 hours.  Then listened to the woman next to me tell of how Mariah Carey is staying at her house.  Three and a half hours later, my ’stylist’ told me I could give her a ride home. As my blood pressure reached the moon, I wondered why Miss Mariah Carey Host over there didn’t get that order then decided that, yea, I may be a bit of a redneck, but I paid a lot to wait for four hours to get my hair done and I AM NOT going to give a stranger a lift home after that ordeal.  I was proud of myself for not crying in my emotional foot-putting down (cuz I was so bulldozed at this point).

3. Still waiting for my request for my cable to be turned off to be put into action.  Until then, I’m Cabling it Up.

2. Oh, Heaps of putting  pencil lead on trace paper

1. Where the heck have I been? Where have you all been?

Hey, I heard no one can find a contact address for me: beckybroeder@hotmail.com

There you have it.

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Advice!

I am taking time out of my busy final project/ work/ training schedule to help you help yer G’damn self.

Dear Becky,

I am a single woman that would like to make a living riding my bike. I have some regional/national wins but am not hugely talented. I’d like to devote my time to taking it to the next level. My question is, how do pro women make enough money to survive?

Do they?

Dear Do They,
Well, if you’re married, you MAY be able to talk your significant other into believing in you enough to financially support your quest. My gut feel is that it might come at a rather high price. If you’re single, say ‘hello!!’ to credit card debt. You might want to get a card with frequent flier miles so that you can at least contribute to the fund in a round-about way. You COULD get a job that allows you to work 10-15 hours per week, requires little physical activity, permits you being gone for 4-6 weeks at a time, and is okay with you coming back to work all F-d up from time to time. If you have alimony or a trust fund, you may be able to buy a couple of years. If not, you could bounce around and mooch off of everyone you know. I’m certain your friends will admire your miserly attitude. The best riders I know don’t make enough money to be allow the luxury of getting injured, so MAKE SURE YOU DON’T CRASH and you’re all set. Good luck!

Dear Becky,

My mom mentioned that she’d like more than anything (more…)