My roommate made dinner tonight. He said it is called ma yi shang shu which is filipino for “ants on a branch”. It’s made with mung bean noodles and ground pork and sweet chili paste. It was quite good, though it did make my lips burn.
I heard from the doctor that I am anemic. I have been anemic before and I guess I am again. You wouldn’t think it, since I am a fat person (yes, 250 lbs, I qualify) yet here we are. I need to take an iron pill now, so that’s on my list to buy. I am supposed to cut down on carbs as well; between the two situations I figure this is the Universe telling me to eat more red meat. No?
I am most excited about job stuff. I finally spoke with the recruiter at FEMA about the reservist position. She said the whole hiring process takes about 2 months because of the background check. I am already involved with the background check due to my current job, which cuts down on time for me. She also said I should get a written offer in about 2 weeks. After I am hired, the first things is a week of training. I get to travel for that, and they will cover all the costs. I am so looking forward to this. It gets me out into the field having adventures which is what I want. I feel like the on-again off-again schedule will fit my bipolar better too. It’s an added bonus, not a deciding factor. Adventure is the deciding factor.
Nobody expects me to want adventures. I guess it’s the combination of overweight and middle age, people seem to think I just want to sit around and watch tv. Don’t get me wrong, I like watching tv, but I like it in contrast to doing things. The joy of dvr is that I am not tied to a broadcast schedule so I can actually do things when I want to. I can have small adventures on a regular basis. Now I want big adventures. I think a month or so helping out my countrymen who have survived disasters would be wonderful.