Vaccine Deniers

But there’s a big difference between not eating GMOs and not getting a vaccine. If I don’t eat a corn chip at my local taqueria because I have doubts about the lack of research on GMOs and believe it’s because science and the government are in Monsanto’s pocket, I’m not going to put my dining companions at risk of disease. But if I decide not to vaccinate my kid, I make him a potential carrier. He may be able to fight off measles, mumps, rubella, and other illnesses — but what if he spreads a disease to somebody who, for whatever reason, isn’t so lucky?

I stand on the side of getting your child vaccinated. But it is a personal choice. Try to make an informed choice, ok?

The Unhealthy Choice

After just one year, some schools around the country are dropping out of the healthier new federal lunch program, complaining that so many students turned up their noses at meals packed with whole grains, fruits and vegetables that the cafeterias were losing money.

It is sad that schools are bowing to the pressure of kids not choosing to eat healthy meals.


228. 44.

Two numbers. Just numbers.

The first number is the heighest its been in my life. It has increased by leaps and bounds over the years. At the end of high school, it was 118. At the end of basic training it topped out at 130. After a time overseas it climebed to 155. This was only a period of about six years! And now it is what it is.

I need to stop it from getting any larger.

The other number has been steadily climbing over the years. It’s a good thing, considering the alternative.

I know you’ve guessed right. The numbers are my current weight and age.

The weight thing has been a problem for awhile, something I’ve grown into (insert laugh). It not only affects my ability to fit into clothes, but it is messing with my blood sugar. I took a glucose test today to see how bad it is. We’ll see what the results are.

I’m not surprised. I’m a bit concerned. I only have myself to blame. I need to get back into shape, and soon.

The company picnic was last week. We broke up into several teams for soccer, a sport I enjoyed very much in my younger days. I played hard for three games, huffing and puffing up-and-down the field. I almost scored a few times. I also blocked a few scoring attempts. All I have to show for my efforts is a my screwed up left knee and big toe on my right foot. Both are a bit strained from the sudden need to be extremely mobile, this a week-and-a-half after the picnic.

I’m not getting any younger. But next year, if I go to picnic again, I would like to not be in such bad shape.

I’m writing about this just to write, to know where I am at and where I need to go.

228. 44. I can’t do anything about the last number. But I sure as hell have control of the first. I need to get my act together.

Waistline Or So You Think

If this is what men go through, I can't imagine what women experience.

 Waistlies of the Day: Esquire’s Style Blog investigates the discrepancy between what major labels pass off as size 36 dress pants versus their actual size.
I’ve never been slim — I played offensive line in high school — but I’m no cow either. (I’m happily a “Russell Crowe” body type.) So I immediately went across the street, bought a tailor’s measuring tape, and trudged from shop to shop, trying on various brands’ casual dress pants. It took just two hours to tear my self-esteem to smithereens and raise some serious questions about what I later learned is called “vanity sizing.”

See Also: How everything should fit.

[via thedailywhat who found it via equire.]

Relapse 2.0

I've injured my left eye again.  It seems the scratch I endured //last October did not fully heal.  I had felt some discomfort earlier this week, which resulted in a nice two-day headache.  On Wednesday I thought the pain had passed, but Thursday night I was in discomfort slash complaining mode.  By Friday morning my left eye had swollen.

I made an appointed to be seen that morning. I had an appointment with an Ophthalmologist.  This first Ophthalmologist confirmed there was a new scratch, but needed to refer me to someone of more experience on treatment.  The treatment was to patch my left eye, but first she needed to scrap a layer of skin away from the eye.  Doing this would hopefully yield even healing on the eye.  She numbed my eye during the procedure, but after the medication wore off, my eye felt beat up.  I needed to take Tylenol for the next two days.

My Eye is Scratched Again!!!

Farrah took me to see the Ophthalmologist on Sunday morning for a follow-up. Good news!  She said the eye healed a 100%, meaning the layer she scraped away has grown back to cover they eye.  But treatment needs to continue in order to ensure the layer stays intact.  So it looks like I'll be using certain eye drops and lubricants for the next several months so this does not happen again.  And believe me,  I don't want it to happen again.