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.