Land of Osbourne

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 ...

Friends, Romans, Countrymen... Hi All. How was your summer and fall? Good I hope.  John started a new job on Tuesday, and so far is quite happy, and significantly less stressed. We're still able to ride-share which was a very important aspect for both of us, not only for the obvious reason of saving money and not having to drive 2 cars, but we enjoy the time to and from work together as well.   Things are good at my work also. Found out I'm NOT going to the National Sales Meeting in February, which is just fine with me. I'm not a huge fan of travelling solo if I can possibly avoid it. . . LOL...so I was recently requested to fly to Colorado to train in a new guy.  I get to go on 11/25 - 11/28 to Colorado. I've always wanted to see the Broomfield location, which I've heard is HUGE. I also heard the Denver airport is massive as well.   My little Ozzy is doing fantastic, spoiled little guy that he is.   That's about all that is n...

I don't know when or if I heard it, but over the weekend this song got permanently stuck in my head, the following verse specifically: I finally got to whisper sweet words in her ear Convinced her that we oughta get away from there We took a little walk I held her close to me Underneath the stars I said to Sweet Pea "Oh sweet pea, I love you can't you see? love you love you love you can't you seee? Oh sweet pea, won't you be my girl..."  I posted it on my blog, forwarded it to my cousin...lets see if this will shake it loose...maybe I should hear that 1-877 kars for kids commercial? HA!

Rachel I am posting this on my blog to clear a few things up, on the off chance you stumble this way and read it.   I know what happens when I email you.    First and foremost, you need to know that I will never forgive you.  Nothing you say or do will ever change that. Additionally, although you're my sister biologically, not only do I not recognize you as such, and never will, I also no longer feel any sort of kind or loving emotion towards you at all.   That will also never change.  You know, and I know that Bernie  GAVE  me Susie's wedding ring.   He didn't give it to you, he gave it to me.   I know the EXACT date he gave it to me, the occasion and why he gave it to me.  John was there, as was Marilyn.   In the past, I've asked you to return it to me. You vehemently refused numerous times and finally said that if I gave you "Mike's File" back, you'd give me the ring back....

My Uncle Bernie gave me this great old Cuckoo Clock a few years before he died, he had it when I was a little girl, and I always use to think it was magic.  I love it, and it hangs in my living room, and I can’t help but think of him every time I glance at it. No matter how fast or slow the pendulum is moving, that clock is determined to be fast. If John or I don’t continually adjust it, it will always be off by about an hour.  💜