Greeting all my fellow Sparkers. I hope that you are having a great 3-day weekend but are remembering what this holiday is all about; remembering and honoring those who made the ultimate sacrifice while serving our country. I get annoyed when people say, “Happy Memorial Day”. I come from a family with a long tradition of military service, and my oldest nephew is active duty Navy. For me, Memorial Day is always a time of somber reflection on those lost, and not just physically, to times of War. My maternal grandfather was held as a P.O.W. at the Japanese camp in Davao, the Philippines. He survived, but was never the same person, according to my grandmother. His 1st cousin was a member of the Flying Tigers, and he was killed when his plane crashed in the mountains of Burma returning from a mission. So, enjoy your barbecues and picnics, but please take a moment to remember those who sacrificed and the families that survive without them.
Okay, enough of being a “Debbie Downer”. I will finally be getting my gastric bypass surgery on June 1st. I am nervous and excited at the same time. I was originally scheduled for mid-March but decided to put it on hold when we lost my niece so unexpectedly. I was not in a mindset to be doing what I needed to pre-operatively. New date was to be May 18th or 19th, but then all elective surgeries were suspended due to the pandemic. I got the call that the hospital was resuming electives and they were submitting my name for surgery last week Monday; on Wednesday they called with my go date! I had to scramble to get my leave papers signed by my manager and submitted to HR plus I had review June’s schedule. Once a schedule has been approved by management and posted, you cannot make changes without the consent of the employees or approval of management (our schedules are posted 2 weeks in advance, for a 4-week period). I work with an awesome group of ladies, and they were more than willing to accept the changes I needed to make to ensure coverage while I am out. I will be out for the entire month of June. This is going to be such a big change for me, but an awesome tool to help me finally reach a healthy weight. I am so tired of fighting my messed-up metabolism to lose ½ pound, just to gain it back plus if I do not exercise for 2 hours a day, every day. I am tired of my knees and ankles hurting ALL THE TIME! Last year, I was posting #fitby50 all over Instagram and Facebook, sharing my workouts and meals. I was derailed by pain and injuries and lost any progress I might have made. This year I WILL finally see a fitter and healthier me.
I would like to introduce my newest fur-child. This is Rosey.
She is named after my late niece. I am not a cat person, I LOVE dogs. Makua is my big baby, and I spoil him as much as a dog who doesn’t dog very well will let me.
I found Rosey on the side of the road on April 28th. I am not heartless, and since I could find no signs of a mama, and she was calling pitifully, I picked her up and stuck her in my jacket. I posted a picture on Facebook, with the caption “How am I going to explain this?”, of her tiny head poking out. I then reached out to rescue groups for a foster. As I said, I am not a cat person, and neither are my parents, whom I live with, and I am also mildly allergic to cats! I had several people contact me that night, willing to take her off my hands, when my sister commented on my original post. She had been expecting/looking for a cat or kitten to just show up, since her daughter had been asking for one in the months before she passed. OMG, I started crying. I contacted the people who were willing to foster and thanked them, but I would be keeping her. I made a vet appointment and bought a bunch of supplies. The vet said she was about 3-4 weeks old, and other than being hungry, a healthy little girl. My mom and dad were not thrilled I was keeping the cat, and then I shared my sister’s words. We all cried together, and they were resigned to becoming kitty-grandparents. She has slowly wormed her way into their hearts, though Makua is still not sure and even a little afraid of his new “sister”. On the plus side, he is getting a lot of exercise running away from her.
P.S. I type my blogs on a word document, then copy and paste. I have lost too many lengthy posts to computer glitches. I had not gone to my page in a while. I usually re-decorate my page at the beginning of each BLC Challenge. The Spring challenge started right after I got back from my niece’s funeral, and my page was a tribute to her, with pictures of a skunk- in honor of the baby skunk she rescued; a kitten-because she loves cats; and her beloved dog, Coco. I just realized that the random picture I selected off the internet looks like Rosey.