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So, I was talking to Kim, and mentioned that yesterday I had a cup of Aveda Comforting Tea and that it was great, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it, as I hadn't had it in a while.  Kim then asks me if she has given me a teapot yet ... (yet? is this some sort of friendship thing that happens between friends after a while? you give teapots to each other? began to wonder if I'd missed some milestone or something) I said no, I am a teapot free gal. Then she goes on to describe the 3 (yes 3) teapots that she has and went over the features and benefits of each, I was impressed, she could have sold a teapot to the Keurig peeps I was so impressed with her passion. I then asked her if it the teapot was short and stout? Kim responded: "No, its tall and handsome" Well damn!  I'm gonna get me a tall handsome teapot. Nice.  (will it look like David Boreanaz? Jensen Ackles? Luke Perry? Elvis Presley?)  Love ya Kimber!

So, I normally don't post about political stuff on my blog, but I just gotta get this off my chest.  Okay, here's the thing.  No one is going to agree on who is better or why.  Everyone is going to have their own opinion, and really, don't we all know that?  I mean, its not a radical concept is it?  So why do we have to shit all over each other for differing opinions? Can't we just support who we want to support, and may the best candidate win?  Does it really have any effect on the election if we are assholes to each other? NO! Believe what you want to believe, and let others do the same.  

Last year at this time, it was days away from me getting the news that my Ozzy had cancer.   My previous Boston Terrier, Katie, lived to be 13.  I assumed that I'd have at least that much time with Ozzy.  I lost my Ozzy 3 days after his 7th birthday. I feel I was cheated and didn't get a fair amount of time with him.  I still think of him not only daily, but more often.   Would John and I like another dog? Yes and no, for a variety of reasons, and this is going to sound absolutely childish, but if I can't have my Ozzy, I don't want another dog. I want Ozzy.  We didn't put up the Christmas tree this year, and we are not exchanging gifts. Partially because money is tight (thanks to the new hot water heater), and partially because without Ozzy, it feels pointless.  We did get some nice gifts for my in laws, and I pleased about that....

Greetings & Salutations! (anyone know which movie that particular greeting comes from?) Recently, we've had some rodent issues in the lower level of our house.  We initially discovered it because we have a series of cameras in our home that are triggered by motion.  One morning I was checking the alerts for the camera, and there was a few around 1:30am in our downstairs. Ok. I clicked on the video and damn was I surprised to see a mouse literally RIGHT in front of the camera.  Another time I was using the downstairs bathroom, and I happen to glance to the left to the hallway and saw a mouse run by.  Ok. Yep. Its time to get some traps. We got a bunch of sticky traps and traditional mouse traps and this week we've killed 6. SIX!! Funny, John inspected each kill and determined they were 3 different species of mouse. The other day he was taking a sticky trap with 2 mice on it outside to the trash, and the second the cold air hit the mice, they both started to wi...

So, John and I rideshare to work, since I work in Roseville, MN and he works just outside of downtown Saint Paul.   We were about 20 minutes into our drive, (I was half asleep), and he suddenly exclaims "SHIT!"  I was instantly more awake, thinking there was some crisis, and I'm like "What??" He says: "I forgot my cell phone at home" I was a little surprised at his irritation, as its not like uses it for his job, and before I could respond, he said in a defeated tone, and sighed: "Now I can't text you and tell you I love you today"  I melted on the spot.  King of the Husbands folks. 

Some people think that pot of gold Is all they ever want to hold But there's a treasure, I think more of Measure for measure .. I'll take love Some people think that their success Is all they need for happiness But there's a pleasure, I think more of Measure for measure .. I'll take love Pound for pound oh yeah and Ounce for ounce love is all that really counts So let them have their wealth and fame Eat caviar and drink champagne You're all the treasure I'm dreaming of Measure for measure .. I'll take love

When I was a little girl, my parents paid for me to have piano lessons. From early elementary school to around the time I met John, I took lessons.  Certain songs I really enjoyed playing, and memorized.  Anytime I hear those songs, my fingers still remember (mostly) just what to do. Surprisingly, it even causes me to long to play a piano, although I do not own one.  I've tried playing eletronic keyboards in the past, and I feel sort of dumb for saying this, but the keys feel different. I mean, sure, the skillset is still there but its somehow not as enjoyable...or something than playing on a normal piano.   I remember the type of Piano it was, it was a Whitney Kimball.  If the day ever comes where I have the time and inclination, I'd like to pick up playing again.   I was pleasantly surprised how man free piano's are available on craigslist! The songs I memorized that I really liked to play are:  ​Can-Can Music Box ...

​So, the other day, John asked me what would happen if I stopped taking the medication I take (the list is irritatingly significant). I gave it some thought and answered him, but it got me thinking...about how close I could come to kicking the bucket without them, and its quite startling. ​ So here we go:  Immuran  -  Crohn's  Disease immune system suppressant Humira  -  Crohn's  Disease shutter offer (for lack of a better description) Metropolol  - blood pressure Omeprozole  - acid reflux now here is the fun ones: Seroquil  - depression/anxiety/panic Zoloft - depression/anxiety/panic Wellbutrin  - depression/anxiety/panic Xanax  - self explanatory  So, the first drug that is going to wear off (and I know this because I've missed a day taking it) will be  Omeprozole . Acid reflux will come roaring back - really painful. I'd have to eat a constant stream of antacids for minimal comfort ...

The other day, my BFF Kim and I were listening to "The Dave Ryan in the Morning Show", specifically "War of the Roses"  When we listen to this, she is usually getting ready for work at home and I am at work listening to it.  We frequently text each other commentary on what we're hearing.   Here is a snippet of a texted conversation: Kim: How are you? Me: Currently being bitched at by a customer Kim:   Why are people so blotchy? Kim: Bitchy Me: LOL - I hate blotchy people Me: I was super nice and professional. Blotch Me: LMAO - new insult by Kim - such a blotch Kim: My new word I guess, LMAO Look out blotches of the world!

Greetings Land of Osbourne readers! (all…2 of you? LOL) My last post was regarding my Boston Terrier, Ozzy and his trip to the Rainbow Bridge. I haven’t posted since, because I had nothing to say, really. I still struggle with the loss of Ozzy. I can’t look at his picture without tears welling in my eyes. I can’t think of him without terrible sorrow. Even as I type this, I find tears in my eyes…..I guess for now, that’s all I really can say.   In other news, we are quickly approaching the date that my best friend and I are going to Orlando, Florida for a Disney Vacation. I can hardly believe I am doing it, going on a trip without my John with me.   It’s a testament to my love, trust and friendship with Kim that even allows me the strength to do this.   We will be staying with a friend that we both went to high school with (meaning not paying for a hotel), he will be picking us up and shuttling us around (no transportation fees), and he has season...

Hello,  By now you've undoubtedly surmised that I have a little Boston Terrier named Ozzy, whom I love to pieces.  John and I love him and spoil him in every way.  About a month ago, he miscalculated while attempting to jump on the bed, and he fell off. He didn't miss a beat, he jumped right back up on the bed to give me kisses.  I didn't notice anything unusual until 2 weeks later, I saw a large swelling on his hind right leg. I assumed it was a bruise from falling off the bed.   Naturally, me being who I am, I worried about it quite a bit, so John took him to the vet to have them look it over. They agreed that it was a bruise and that it would go away in time.  3 days after that appointment, the vet called, asking to bring Ozzy back in, so they could aspirate some of the mass to make sure it isn't a Mast Cell Tumor, which my Ozzy has had 2 of and had surgery to remove in the last 2 years, this mass is the 3rd.  The surgery was ...