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So this guy, Ronald Montesanto from TravelGolf, has asked me to write a post about the Carly's Club 100-Hole Golf Marathon, in which a bunch of fools get together in sweltering heat and hit a small white ball all over the place to raise money for cancer.

I figure if I can do that for the Hanahoe Children's Clinic, who doesn't even have a decent fundraising page, surely I can do it for Carly's Club, which is so delightfully well organized that not only was I able to make a contribution, I was instantly able to do so and have said contribution not only be tied to RonMon, but to include the fact that I want him to golf for the Mom and her 1½ remaining boobs, even though Carly's Club is really geared more toward kids with cancer. The Mom can be appropriately silly if the occasion calls for it, and kid-ness is a state of mind, as far as I'm concerned.

Think about contributing to this cause. Not only will you be supporting a bunch of fools who get together in sweltering heat and hit a small white ball all over the place so you don't have to, but the money you give will go toward finding cures so you also don't have to do any of the following:

• get part of your boob cut off
• lose your hair and eyebrows
• wear hot itchy wigs or hats that don't fit right
• draw on your eyebrows and wind up looking like the grandmother on Queer as Folk
• throw up a lot
• be tired all the time
• worry that someone has created a teenaged girl out of thin air to trick you into being their friend
• die

It's easy enough for me to have written this post, even though I have no vested interest in getting RonMon out of the house, as I do when That Man of Mine golfs in the Hanahoe tournament.

Which is coming up, but That Man of Mine may not be golfing it this year, as he is still on the DL (knee, of course). We'll cross that water hazard when we get to it.

Meanwhile, let's cheer on RonMon.

Easy as clicking a link.

A horrible tragedy has occurred that has left me stunned, though I am not such a hardcore reader of the blogger whom it affected. One doesn't have to be. One doesn't even have to be a parent.

I can't imagine what this man and his family are going through. I can only describe my own perspective, and to do so in the face of their grief strikes me as too narcissistic and selfish even for me, so yeah, no.

My heart goes out to them. Should you have means and desire to help them financially, you may find details at http://www.avitable.com/2007/06/22/for-dawg/, who has set up a nice thing where it's obviously not an organizational-based, tax-deductable charity, but where you can purchase a $5 web button (so you're getting at least a little something for your money), and 100 percent of the purchase price is going into a fund for DJ's parents.

Turns out I have exactly $5.00 in my Paypal account.

I'm going to go buy me a button.

That purchase is going to be number one on my Positive List for today. I can't bring the Puppy Monster back, but I can join others in lightening the financial burden.