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Hunting Afghans for Jesus? WTF????

This commander needs to be relieved.

To say I am disgusted beyond belief by this tale doesn't begin to cover it.  It was bad enough, (mumble) years ago in Basic Training, that you had a choice on Sundays of going to church or extra barracks detail.  To have a commander actively tell his troops to witness for Jesus is against every regulation on religious observance that the Army has.

Mind you, it's an old story.  I once had a company commander demand I take an "Odin Lives" bumper sticker off my quarters door, while my neighbor got to keep his "Smile, Jesus Loves You" sticker.  I took that to the EO/RR officer and won an apology, but still . . . the notion that a commander would actively TELL his troops this really makes me nauseated.  Seriously.

Oh, happy day!

I love confounding medical professionals -- I saw my VA doctor today, for the first time since October.  He looked in the room, said "sorry, I was looking for Mr.  Davis," and backed out.  He looked at the chart, came back in and I said "I've changed . . . "

Weight: 223, down from 266 in October, 283 last April, and 303 when I left the hospital after surgery.

Blood Pressure:  109/58, down from 118/78 in October, and 130/88 in April

Blood Sugar (Hemoglobin A1C):  5.5, down from 5.9 in October and 8.3 last April.  Essentially NORMAL.

Cholesterol:  114 (yes, 114!).  HDL 33.6, LDL 66

Triglycerides:  76  (yes, 76!)

Waist:  38, down from 44 in October, and 46 from when I left the hospital after surgery.

I'm healthier, happier (in general) and in a better space than I've been in in years (we won't discuss tax day . . . at least I got a (small) refund).

. . . bittersweet thanks to davidkevin

davidkevin posted to his blog that Philip Jose Farmer has passed.  May he find the Riverworld awash in welcome.

This weekend, I flew from Ontario, California to Phoenix, Arizona to go to the SCA's Estrella War for my SCA son's (dragonfeather ) wedding.  I had been apprehensive about the trip from the beginning, but went ahead because it meant so much to him, and it WAS a wonderful wedding.
The trip itself was a disaster . . .Collapse )




Writer's Block: Dream Job

If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
Producer/Executive Producer of a TV Series based on Patricia Kennealy-Morrison's Keltiad.
GOOD FOOD: (with thanks to an off-LJ friend (yes, I have those)):

Marky's Caviar, Smoked Salmon and Other Delicacies

Harry and David's and yes, their pears are that good

L'Epicerie


Lobel's Gourmet Meats


Gourmet Food Store



 . . . and for those needing gluten-free foods:  http://gfmall.com/

Do Not Look at this Post if you're Dieting

Oh, gee thanks filkertom

As I sit here munching my chicken breast, rice and sweet potato (this is a HIGH-carb day), I get these links in my inbox, and so decided to share with you all.  Aren't you lucky? (and yes, the greedy little boy in the icon is me, approximately 54 years ago this Easter)

http://thisiswhyyourefat.com

which led me to:                                         http://www.supersizedmeals.com/food/

which reminded me of the classic:         http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/

There are even blogs about awful food:  http://ewewgross.blogspot.com/

and

http://7deadlysinners.typepad.com/sinners/2007/01/stunningly_awfu.html

Happy Lunchtime!

All right, I'll try this, too . . .

Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember. Don't send a message, leave a comment here. Next, re-post this in your notes/LJ and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Writer's Block: Fearsome

The boogeyman, global thermonuclear war, being forced to eat broccoli—there's a lot to be afraid of when you're a kid. What was your biggest childhood fear?
For me, it was yet another relative dying.  I lost my maternal grandmother, grandfather, favorite uncle and mother between 1961 and 1967 (age 7 to age 12).  Every time it happened, my world got uprooted.  Because of that, every time ANYone around me died for many years, I'd get upset, whether they were particularly close or not.