Thrilling, edge of your seat fascinating life details of John & April Osbourne. As well as thought provoking ramblings, with a sprinkle of humor here and there. Cool pictures, and pictures of my pets.
A song just played on my iphone and it made me recall this. There is this one hit wonder called: "Bobby's Girl" by Marcie Blane from the 60's. When I FIRST met John, I was 18, going on 19, and I'd walk around the house (I lived at home), and I'd sing the lyrics, except I'd change it from "Bobby's Girl" to "Johnny's girl" there is this one part of the song where the back ground singers are singing: "Your not a kid anymore...." On the icing on my birthday cake when I turned 19, Mom had the bakers write: "Your not a kid anymore".... Here are the lyrics to that song: (You're not a kid anymore) (You're not a kid anymore) When people ask of me What would you like to be Now that your not a kid anymore (You're not a kid anymore) I know just what to say I answer right away There's just one thing I've been wishing for... I want to be Bobby's girl I want to be Bobby's g...
Ya know, its tough to sometimes supress my inner smart ass. Too often I'll be at work, at home, in the car observing other drivers & people, or just out in the world, and so MANY smart alecky thoughts and/or actions I'd like to do run through my mind. My Grandma Maty use to say that it was a good thing she didn't always do or say what she was thinking, and when I was younger, I didn't understand what she meant at all. That feeling must be genetic. I know EXACTLY what she means. As I consider that last statement, I take that back. I KNOW its genetic. Because if I am out in the world, as I described above, and my sister Rachel is with me, all it takes is one look exchanged between us, and there is at least a 85% chance she knows exactly what I am thinking, and the same thought had occurred to her as well. (which is why when we worked at the same company together for a few years, they had to separate us, we use to get into too much trouble)
Hi Guys, Well, I have kneeful news. I met with this super awesome specialist, one of the top knee surgeons in the State of Minnesota on Tuesday, where she and another collegue surgeon as well as a nurse did a battery of tests on my knee. Good News: I have not lost any strength at all in my knee, leg, or butt. YAY me. That's about as far as the good news goes. If I am really lucky, I tore my ACL again. (uplifting thought huh?) If I am not so lucky, I stretched the replacement ACL out. Not so lucky, you wonder? Why not so lucky? SIGH. Well, because one of the treatment options for that would be to cut a chunk of my tibia off, and put the whole mess back together again, thus preventing my knee from hyperextending, and causing further problems. Doesn't that sound just horrible? I can't imagine not only the pain levels but the rehab for that. Yikes! Hence my statement of if I am LUCKY, all I did was tear my ACL. Then I'll have another round of ACL surge...
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