The Osborne Family

Mommy said I should show you these pictures and video so you could see what a rough day I had.

First Mommy and I went to Meijer, she made me sit in the cart and would not let me walk around. Every time I stood up, she made me sit back down.  Then I kept telling her “I need that, I need that” but she would not listen and buy me the things that I “need”.  Well, then Mommy was finally nice and let me ride the pony 3 times! Then I was not very happy when she made me get off.

After Meijer we picked up some Chipotle to take to Daddy’s work and eat with him.  I sat at Daddy’s desk and ate my chickie and rice, mmmm.  I love to go to Daddy’s work. I walk into everyone’s office to say hello.  Erin even let me carry around her Louis Viton purse. I guess that I also locked everyone out of the copy/printer/fax room for a few hours until they could get building maintenance to unlock the door and let them in. After mommy cleaned up the mess I made in daddy’s office I told everyone good bye and we got back into the car and went home.

When we got home, I asked Mommy to put in my “Wheels on the Bus” video, which she did.  I sat in my rocking chair and watched it. I think I watched it about two times while Mommy was doing the dishes. continue reading…

So I guess it is almost a right of passage, I mean who hasn’t had to get stitches at least once in their life. For some reason the Osbornes tend to need them a little more often than most and unfortunately more often than not they are needed to close a gash on the head. If I had to guess I would say between my brother, sister and myself we probably had about ten separate incidents where one of us needed to get stitches. No kidding, my parents were even separated at one time and interviewed to make sure they weren’t at fault. Eventually the events end up making an entertaining story one way or the other. Case in point, my brother cracks his head open (I forget if it was camping one or the on in the driveway of my grandparents house) but anyways my grandparents and my parents end up taking him to the hospital. My mom is in the room while they are stitching my brother’s head back together. She claims she could see skull because the wound was so deep. Eventually a doctor comes out and tells my grandma “your daughter will be fine”. My grandma tell the doctor he must have the wrong person because her grandson was here to get stitches, there isn’t anything wrong with her daughter. The Dr. then explains to my grandma that while stitching up my brother, my mom decided to drop to the floor like a rag doll. Apparently she at least thought she could see skull and that was too much for her.

On another occasion my sister ended up splitting her head open (I think she fell while skating in the church basement). Anyways instead of shaving a spot on her head, the Dr. decided that using hair on each side of the wound tied together would work. And what do you know, it got the job done. Not sure if is scarred up real nasty or anything but maybe if she loses all her hair or shaves her head, we will know some day. But again, that makes for a somewhat fun story to tell.

I don’t really have any crazy stories of my own, I have several scars but nothing fun, at least nothing that I can remember (go figure I have a hard time remembering the details surrounding my head cracking open). However, I can say that you should alway keep your mouth closed when rebounding a basketball, or at least wear a mouthpiece. continue reading…