Scary Stuff

Just kind of spewing randomness here but a month or two ago I had some blood work done that needed followups because it came out that I was potentially anemic and.or there was problem with hemoglobin, blah, blah. I was totally surprised/worried because nutrition and fitness are probably the two things I work at the most. I mean I only do one bad meal a week, I thought I did everything right. They kept brining me back, then the word leukemia was tossed around and a bone marrow test was done, yeesh, I was really getting scared. Then I got the unimaginable news...I had to add more fat to my diet. Quite a relief, and many friends/family rolled their eyes. Still this is a big deal for me, I didn't want cancer but everyone knows how strict I am so adding a piece of cheese here or there will make me totally flip out.

Trvial Issue

The other day I had to pick my parents and sister up from the airport. A seemingly mundane task that many people do not like to do. I mean there's time its takes to get there, airport traffic, parking, potential delays, etc. But for me this is a really enjoyable experience. The opportunity presented itself to just drive round and round and wait for the call to just pick them up, but there's something about parking and waiting for your guests to arrive that I find really exciting. I t goes back to travelling back home as a kid. Living abroad did not lend itself well to seeing extended family consistently so the anticipation factor was high. I knew my grandparents would always be there with arms opens when I came down the terminal or upon returning having my parents ready and waiting for me. This mundane act of the "airport pickup" for my family is turned into an event, and Sunday as I was waiting for them to arrive. I deduced in my head that a good test for a future wife would be if she does the airport pickup. Does she just swing buy? Or do they take the time to come in wait and rally show their love/appreciation? If she doesn't I'll be pissed.

2nd Essay

I don't know if the rest of you have had this problem, but I don't seem to be as confident with this second essay as the first. I find it a lot easier to comment and write about myself and the wackiness/stupidity that occurs, rather than trying to educate on another subject.