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.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Friday, August 23, 2019
This is for Ozzy -
Take your memory with you when you go
So I wont have to think about
The lonely nights I'll be without
Someone to hold me when the cold wind blows
Take your memory with you when you go
Walk the floor and wonder what went wrong
Try to find a way to carry on
But don't you leave before the heartache starts to show
Take your memory with you when you go
So I wont have to think about
The lonely nights I'll be without
Someone to hold me when the cold wind blows
Take your memory with you
So I won't have to miss you
Take your memory with you when you go
John Sabbath Osbourne = King of the Husbands
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.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
I'll Take Love
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
Thursday, August 8, 2019
my step-son Johnathan
When my step-son Johnathan was a little boy, I'd often take him and my niece Kathryn to my parents home for the weekend.
While in Brainerd, MN where my parents have a lakeshore home, we'd quite often make our way to the local coffee shop called "The Cocoa Moon". Usually, when you bring a kid to a coffee shop, they typically order something along the lines of hot chocolate.
Johnathan was looking at the menu and decided he wanted a Cappuchino. My Mom and I exchanged looks, and I asked Johnathan if he was sure that is what he wanted, he assured us that is what he wanted, he has had it before. Mom and I again exchanged doubtful looks, but ordered what he wanted.
Ok, so we're all sitting down, drinking our coffee. Johnathan takes a sip of his, and declares: "I need to get some more sugar for mine"....okay - he gets up and gets a few packets of sugar and pours it into his drink and mixes it up. Few minutes later, he gets up and says he needs a little more. This happened about 5 times. I figured there was at least 2 inches of sugar at the bottom of the cup by the time he was done.
As we were leaving, he tossed his coffee and stated that they must make coffee different there.
I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to give a 10 year old kid espresso and lots of sugar, but I guess hindsite is 20/20
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Piano
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 Flag
You Are My Sunshine
I also picked up the simple sheet music for "My Heart Will Go On" and taught myself that one on my own before finally giving up on playing.
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
the irritation of having an incurable disease
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 blood pressure one, Metropolol
Next will be the anti-depressants, and that is where EVERYTHING will make me sad, to the point I am crying over anything and everything. Then I'll begin to have extreme anxiety and panic, functioning will become difficult. At one point, a doctor I was seeing tried to change the anti-depressants I was taking, so I KNOW this is what is going to happen, because I've done it already.
Finally, the Crohn's drugs. Not hard to imagine at this point, as now is not a good time for me with Crohn's. No appetite, non-stop diarrhea (think 10+ times a day), which will eventually lead to nutritional deficiencies, and dehydration, progressively getting worse.
Then at some point down the road from this, my body won't be able to handle all this anymore and shut down.
Doesn't that sound horrible? The Humira costs 14,000 per injection, which I take twice a month. No idea what the other drugs cost, pretty sure they're pricey though - to the point I'd not be able to afford them for long with no insurance.
Its worth mentioning - nothing will ever change how I feel on this next statement, ever.
I will NEVER EVER consent to have my large intestine removed and being fitted with a colostomy bag. NEVER.
Would I rather die than having a shit bag attached to my abdomen?
YES
I've had to give this idea thought since I was diagnosed in 2001, so this isn't a new determination, I've had years to think about this.
The answer is no and it always will be.
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