Land of Osbourne

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 Dancer You're A Grand Old

​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 Second drug that is going to wear off is the bloo

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 passes to the

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 hard on him and hard on me t

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 new and shaking

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!