Around. Calm down, man! Get ahold of yourself! It’s only a blog!



But Why’ve you been gone?
Turns out, the weeks following the holidays are almost – if not more – hectic than the weeks leading up to and including the holidays. Geez, just this Monday me and The Girl finally got around to returning some schtuff to Crate ampersand Barrel for exchange for some other schtuff we got for X-mas. It’s good schtuff, though!

Aside from the usual hectisity (I just made that up) of trying to get back on schedule, we’ve also been trying to help some family of The Girl get situated in a new living arrangement. Sounds easy enough, but let me say no more than it required the Police, and hopefully you’ll understand that it’s more than just “here, borrow the truck.” Which we might not do in any case. Hey, it’s not me! She’s the one that’s all territorial over the damn Tundra!

Of course, there’s also the fact that I’ve just been lazy. Yes, I know, hard to believe. Wanna know how bad it has been? I was at the gym, lifting large solid objects, thinking “I don’t want to do this right now.” Couldn’t get into it even though I was already there. Which I guess is why LA Fitness has a Juice Bar; for those of us who want to look hip, but without all the sweat and stuff.



Turn your head and cough
Had my checkup at the doctor’s yesterday. Nothing special, and I look healthy enough that it usually turns in to a series of easy questions and then a “you’re all set!” (are your shoes on the right feet? Is your zipper facing the front?) While there, though, I asked for the results of some routine blood tests that I had submitted last July.

Turns out I’m pretty healthy. Doctor said I was hung like a horse or something like that. Cholesterol checked out, blood pressure checked out, and everything else that I couldn’t understand apparently checked out. Except for one thing that he said that I looked at him like a confused puppy, I’m sure.

Bilirubins. Yeah, that’s about the look I had on my face, too. Bilirubins. What are those? They’re things that are left over when your old red blood cells get nixed by your body. Mine are a little high. Not terribly high, but above normal. This led to a discussion of Gilberts Syndrome, which can cause one’s eyes and skin to appear yellowish. If you said Jaundice, give yourself a pat on the back! Then leave.

While I was concerned that maybe I have the early signs of some incurable condition that will leave me silly-looking forever, he asked if any of my ancestry stems from the Mediterranean, because those peeps tend to have slightly higher-than-normal amounts of bilirubins (there’s that face again!). The answer, of course, is yes, I’m at least quarter Italian. So you’s better make shore my bilirubins stay right where they ahre, or you’s might be sorry, capiche?

He gave me some interesting reading material on the subject though. So I now know the basics, like how you only have Gilberts when you have a copy of the right gene from BOTH parents, but not always then. If you have one copy, then you probably will have higher-than-normal counts of bilirubins. And some doctors feel that it can be of benefit to have higher-than-normal counts, with those same people typically exhibiting less chance of experiencing harmful cancers and such. There’s hypothesis that they also help in other ways, like with cardiovascular-type stuff, probably do to their antioxidant properties.

So anyways, like I was saying, I’m totally hung like a horse. *cough*



Job Search Begun
As you may know, I’m planning to move up north. Well, the moment is fast approaching, and I’m trying to get started on the job hunt. Last night, I put some finishing touches on a quickie resumé and got it semi-posted on monster.com. I haven’t gotten anything back on it yet, though. Well, anything meaningful, I guess I should say. I received an email or two saying I appear to be a prime candidate, and to sign up at some other “e-cruiting” website that specializes in this or that! It’s FREE!

Man. Finding the right job seemed like it might be easy when I was planning all this. The first day or two have me thinking it may be harsh. Time will tell, I guess. Wish me luck, huh?

Peace.