Could I have some of your money? Please? Pretty please? With sprinkles?

Yes, it's that time of year again, time for the Jog for the Jugs, which some folks also call the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation Run for the Cure.

And oh, man, I know, you're tapped out. If you're like me, this month's VISA statement has something on it for the Red Cross for Katrina, another donation that went to Care for Darfur and yet another to UNICEF because children are dying slow, terrible deaths from starvation in Niger.

So. Much. Need.

So why give to the Jog for the Jugs? Well, make a list of nine women that you love. Read the names again and think about why you love them. And then randomly circle one name because the current breast cancer statistics are that one in nine women will come down with this disease.

Yep, it's as random as that. Sure, there are some women and some men who because of their family history are going to face a greater risk of breast cancer than others. But there are also people who live perfectly healthy lives, who don't have a history of breast cancer in the family, who still get struck by this illness.

Don't worry about this charity frittering your hard earned buckazoids on overhead. The charity only spends 10% on that, the other 90 cents goes to breast cancer.

Look, you don't have to give a lot. If each of my three loyal readers gives even $5 or the equivalent of about two designer coffees, then a fair chunk o' change will be raised. As well as the glow of helping doing a good thing, you get to have your name added to the Bazonga Boosters Hall o' Fame. There is a Betty Boop graphic involved.

How can any thinking person NOT want a Betty Boop graphic?

If you'd like to give a donation in memory of, or in honour of, a family member touched by this disease then I'll make sure they're on the Bazonga Boosters Hall o' Fame Site, that their name goes on my run shirt and if they're a breast cancer survivor I'll take the extra time to add their name to the wall of hope at the run site.

In the end, that's what this is about.

Hope.

C'mon. Five bucks. Surely you can spare that, eh?

--Marn

If you do decide to donate and you have someone to honour, just drop me an e-mail with the particulars. If you have a journal, remind me of the URL (because I am old and my memory feeble) so when I add you to the Bazonga Boosters Hall o' Fame you're linked to the site. Marn [at] Diaryland [dot] Com gets to me.

Mileage on the Marnometer: 953.08 miles. Over half way there. Oh, man, please let this be over