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I am a Western Cycling Bandit.  Yesterday there was a little bit of snow everywhere and I road right through and melted the entire state of Oregon with kilojoules.  Today there is much more snow, and so I am here blogging for now instead of doing the world a favor and melting the snow.  We will see how that stuff holds up to me this afternoon.

And on to other stuff . . . it’s hard to train at my mom’s house. 

She makes me watch Harry Potter twice a day. 

She cooks food constantly and she can’t just leave it in the fridge.  She has to put it on little plates in front of me.  All day.  No where in the house is safe from her meals and snacks and chocolate treats, forcing me to vacate the premises. 

All vegetables are coated in one of two things: butter or olive oil.  To eat something green without these things would be unfathomable.

We don’t talk to each other in this house.  We scream.  We yell.  It’s the only way to hear above the t.v., which is on 24 hours a day.  And it makes it so you can continue conversations without being near the person.  Nobody listens to each other so you have to yell out of frustration, it’s like having a conversation with a deaf dog. 

My brother and I don’t yell.  We fight.  We wrestle.  We plot against each other.  He shot me in the ass with a pellet gun on Christmas Eve. 

Currently I am multi-tasking by having a very loud “conversation” with my mom that requires alot of my attention, so enough time-awasting with these little juicey tidbits of a disfunctional but functioning family life.