Christmas and such..

We are now gathering around, listening to tasty music, and enjoying the company of one another.

Christmas passed quicker than you can say....."I am too old and beyond hope, go and redeem some younger more promising creature and leave me to keep Christmas in my own way".

Maybe a little faster then that. We made this delicious meal of Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, Stuffing, Eggnog, and various other treats.

We opened our presents the next morning with smiles, laughter, tears (just kidding) and a warm and steaming pot of Kaffee awaiting us.

Now, in the words of someone who has spoken to my heart quite dearly...

"Well, then, I'll just swallow this and be tortured by a legion of hobgoblins, all of my own creation! It's all HUMBUG, I tell you, HUMBUG!"

Farewell.

Running on air.

I am running cold
Out on cold air
Using whatever I have left
To stable myself once again
Saying words I cannot hear
Changing your speech to disappear
I am still running
Running on cold air
It seems to be freezing me
I am standing by the fire
No warmth do I feel
It is supposed to caress my skin
But my skin feels alone
I am running so long
On this freezing breeze
If you could change anything
Change the air I breathe.

Ahh, Art.

Now, without anymore interruptions, I present to you some of my favorite art work.

Enjoy, my little peach tumblets.

Striken ill

I do not understand why I am always so ill. It seems that whenever I get over a cold, another one is dying to start up again. Oh humbug. I hate sickness, it ruins everything.
The only good thing is the sleep I had. I slept from about four in the afternoon until about four the next morning. Maybe, somehow it is good for me. I just feel like a weak little person. I very much despise that feeling, thank you very much.

"Oh, how I long to be free of sickness, oh how I long to be free"...

No, that is not really a song, but maybe by that little idea for a song it could be turned into a song someday, by some famous person ,who decides one day to search endlessly for my blog, finds it, and turns that little quote into a beautiful song that moves nations.

Maybe I am overthinking a bit.


Farewell.

The Police ---Don't Stand So Close To Me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXU8kCrRHJY

Centaur Month!

Restless, cheerful, and friendly, Sun in Sagittarius people are generally on the go. They have a love of freedom, and a disdain for routine. Generally quite easygoing, Sagittarians make friends with people from all walks of life. They love to laugh and tease, and get along well with both sexes.
Sagittarians have an often blind faith in people, and in the world. Their optimism is infectious, although it can get them into trouble from time to time. These are curious people who love to learn. Their idealistic nature is hard to miss.
Although generally easygoing, Sagittarius is a fire sign. This gives natives a generally quick temper. Fortunately, they're usually as quick to forget what got them angry in the first place.
The need for escape is generally strong, and some Solar Sagittarians come across as a little irresponsible. They're generally easy to forgive, however. After all, their direct, honest approach in life is admirable.

A Sagittarian can never successfully tell a lie. No one believes him for a minute. Deceit is unnatural to the archer, and when he tries to dabble in it, the exposure is usually swift and sure. He's always better off to stick to the truth and let the chips fall where they may. Even his observant, highly aware mind won't rescue him from the results of an excursion into deception, unless he has Scorpio rising. I know a secretive archer who has such a Pluto ascendant, and therefore manages very well to play a good chess game. This kind of a Jupiter person is an exception, but be pre­pared to meet a few.
To the Sagittarian, life is secretly a circus, and he's the clown, rolling and tumbling through purple hoops in a sky-blue suit. His face is smeared with the bright, gay colors of greasepaint, and his eyes glitter with curiosity and fun. As the music of the calliope gets louder, he stumbles and falls, then executes a perfect somersault on the back of a prancing pony. On his fingers he wears three turquoise rings; on his toes are bells that ring like the chimes in a distant church spire that disappears into the clouds. The archer happily blows a lustrous tin horn, made of the soft, malleable metal that's barely affected by moisture. Whether he's bold or backward, the true nature of this generous idealist is as merry as the Christmas holly berry. Bravely, he pins a large carnation over his big heart, and curves his bow toward the sky. When he aims straight, he shoots higher than man can see-past the stars-to the place where all dreams are really born.

Sagittarius land galore!

This is the tender season for that special someone (Sadges only), where we all gather around glorifying each other.

Happy Birthday Andy (finally 21)

Happy Birthday Jamie Schwartz (Turning 20)

Happy Birthday Micah Tincher (Turning 19)

Happy Birthday Katrina Noell (Turning 17)

Happy Birthday James (Turning 27)

Happy Birthday Chris Yang (Turning 26...I do believe)

Happy Birthday Tim Drummer (Turning 33)

Happy Birthday Joseph (Turning 21)

Happy Birthday Jerry Crawford (Finally 16)

Last but certainly not least.

Happy Birthday Shari.

I know, that seems quite daft of me, but I have to admit the truth.

I am turning 17, and well, though I find it hard to believe, it will be my last actual teen year.

Good rittens to bad rubbish.

Happy Centaur Month!!!

The Thanksgiving involving family..

Happy Thanksgiving, cheer on.

Eugene and Nancy came here for Thanksgiving and we all gathered around the already stuffed kitchen and prepaired an overdone (but delicious), crispy and tender meal.

We ate way too much, and yet, it was worth it, at least we would all be too stuffed for the new couple of days and could indulge mass quanities of other things.

It was a festive evening, and well, morning as well. We ate, laughed, (some of us cried), argued, danced, smiled, threw things....but lets keep that story for another day.

Even though it was a blasty blast I do wish that Karen, Robert, Jesse, Oliver, Dylan, Shannon, Marky, Jeremy, and Jude could have been there, because we started running out of subjects, and we were in dire need of fresh arguments.

It was fun though, family time can be sometimes.

And I said sometimes because this was one of those times..

Oh nevermind.

(You lost me at hello)

Farewell.

New Job or Not?....

Right now I am caught in the common mistake people encounter.
My job, which has been my reason for leaving the house, has gotten me quite low.
Each day I go to my job, I am struck with the exciting idea of quitting. I wonder what other places feel like, as I want to feel them. However, somewhere in the back of my mind, I want to stay, because some days are good and some are bad, you know?

My problem:

The only way that I am able to get to this Job is through my sisters: Laurie and Christina.
I do not drive, I carry no license, and it would be much too far to walk. So, I have to wait on my sisters to drive me to work.
Being a Hostess and all, I should be orgasmically overjoyed to even be there, smiling and bounching directly off the walls whenever I get the opportunity to work. Well, bad news there sparky, I am not.

I am generally unstable (Job-wise), and it is quite difficult for me to stay in one atmosphere for too long, before I go quite mad.
Today is Saturday, and Saturday means lots of unwanted Guests come to "try us out", (The food that is).

They come with their 1,0000 pound bodies barely making it through the door, with rotten smiles and frightening eyes. I take them to their tables, just to hear them complain about the angle, direction, seating, comfort, loudness, and lack of room that I have given them in that particular seat.

I grumble to myself, not letting them actually hear me, because it could cost me my job.
Well, come to think of it, that would be rather good. Maybe that is exactly what I need, to be fired. So, I do not have to be in this terribly, painfully, sickening, fat people atomsphere anymore.

I need a backup plan still....

Farewell

Try me on

You do a wonderful job of making me feel terrible. That look, those words, I am mesmerized. It is to the point where I have lost it. My control that is, the meaningful thing I loved for so long.
I will watch from my window, to see your moves and carefully place you in a neat enough position where I can come through. I fear the others, the ones who consider everything wrong, see I just want you.
How complicated is want? It is desire, it is moveable, it is free, and common. I have rights and I know when to stop. I see you, someone lonely, careless, free from others, and completely willing to be insane.
Try me on. Try on my skin; tell me what it feels like.

Aha, nice try!

As the days go by I try to remember the sweet scents and wonderful days I spent in my unselfish nature.Now, I have completely misused the word "unselfish" and have done an opposite job when reality kicks me in the head.

It all happened one day, in the smelliest, horrific, most discouraging place you would call a restaurant.I, in my own magical nature, had not noticed the reason for the remark from my coworker.

'You are selfish', she went on. I tried not looking directly into her eyes because it might cause her to have to loosen her tie, or walk out in rage. See, I am not pro rage it makes me hungry.

Fine, I will look inside my heart and figure out what went wrong. Argh, what a terribly, unnoticeable mistake I made.I think I forgot her birthday.Honestly, selfish fits me. It has a certain ring to it.

What Stone Contains

In my short years of living, things I have discovered, I have recovered nothing. I am the victim of an unknown crime, and the accused has left me to be mournful. Days seem longer than I had expected, so I continue to mourn the death of myself. Personally, I discovered a missing piece months ago, the solid foundation that kept me sober, for nothing accompanies me, or has kept me stable. My old home, which was darker than here, had stood solid as certain aspects tore me away from its bitter comforting remains.

Eventually I turn to stone, as the final victory comes by passing me aside in the street.
Noticing nothing but the stillness of my being, the very essence that kept a world from falling is gone. Distance has played his role on me, saying things I did not understand and of course, pretending to be so close. I lay destitute on the verge of desertion. Such a crime to humanity that would be bought and paid for, or so it seemed at the time, though I was greeted by the shadows and made to feel guilty.

Time cannot take the place of something so dear, as the world did conquer my spirit devastatingly. Do you know what it is like to resemble a stone, cold and without comfort? Such a delinquent action should hide away, where neither creature nor human could understand its very presence. Past has no place in future, as time grows easily war-torn and helpless to the seeming happiness that is nothing other than discrimination of real freedom.

Glass shatters with time, and will be broken easily without help from reality. Yet, stone has stayed solid through rain and thunder, and the crash of the many tides. Glass shatters so quickly, with a swift movement it is gone. Stone stands strong, though no human could consider themselves as stone, solid and unbreakable, though I was as such, cold and lifeless, gray and unfeeling. That, my own purpose, and is permanent. I do not expand, nor do I mold with my surroundings. The only direction I move is not to move. Without further instruction, placing a rather awkward silence and still hurting from the reality that I am stone, and the world I live in, is nothing but glass.

Dictionary

I had an interview today, which I actually, thought was a real interview. But little did my dear sweet heart know, it was a "test interview" and I will be doing the real interview tomorrow. Well, I wish I knew this sooner, because I, with heart pounding, throat swelling, eyes closing, and mouth drying had nothing to do but wait. Wait? What a ridiculous word, or so I thought until I discovered the real meaning of it. It means to wait.

It's so simple, why didn't I notice it before? What a wonderful thing I have found, life is good again.

You know what, waiting can be fun, but only if you know what fun actually means, if not, than it is actually not fun (can find word in dictionary).

So, we begin our journey with the soft winds blowing on our rolly chins, and we begin to understand just why we're so absolutely uncertain of the many different, scary, wonderful, orgasmic (find in dictionary), confident, unsettling, common, ground-breaking, life-risking words we can find in the dictionary.

It's not as complicated as you might think, maybe you are scared, I know I was when I first held the hard covered book in my hands, and felt the soft pages twirl through my fingers, ah what a sensation.

Anyway, I dont really remember what I was originally writing about, so I will just leave you with a crisp smile and an open soul.

Stay dictionary updated Farewell.

The First Day

(Art by Martin Goode)



This starts the first day of the rest of my life, without regret or compromise, without bitterness or envy about past, because past is past, no possible way to change it, so it remains like a file in a cabinet, to be opened once in a while, but not kept out too long. When you remember too much about your past, it corrupts your future a bit, because you think more and more about past and you forget the now.

I want to start my life new. I don't want to cheat in anyway, I want to live life to the full, because I have things to give, and I want to give them. As I sit upon my very cluttered bed, full of objects I should have put away days ago, I take a minute and remember my past, but only what I want to remember, the good, positive, and happiness I had before.

Life is what we make of it.

So now, I start the new life, in my new coloured room, with new smells and sights, I plan to live life the very best I can. Without eating an overdose of licorice.

Farewell.

Our Prank

My dear sister Tina and I decided to go to my sister Laurie's apartment, (that she shares with her boyfriend Marty) and bang heavily on the door. Tina banged very loud and we started talking to each other because we believed nobody was home. We were originally there to give dear Laurie $50 because we're super nice. Okay, so we leave, and we go to Hobby Lobby and we get a phone call from Laurie, who is freaked out because someone "tried to break into her house". All we could do was laugh, laugh and laugh because it was obviously us, and poor little Laurie was sitting in the closet with a gun waiting to shoot whoever came in.

She was angry when we told her the truth, that she hid, grabbed the gun, and called her main squeeze for no reason, because we were the "robbers" who knocked on her door. But, though we frightened her, we still had a good laugh.

Farewell.

Plane Trip

My Plane trip back to the states was interesting. Let me tell you why.

From Timisoara to Budapest, it was short, easy and without much complication.

From Budapest to New York was a different story. I was left in Budapest for 5 hours and 50 minutes just waiting. I did believe I would have the company of a certain gentleman, though it never worked out, because of the security check-in I went through, or because neither of us knew exactly where to find each-other, so we never found each-other. That was a bit of a disappointment, because I had to sit around the whole time, I prevailed still. I went on the plane and met a very nice gentlemen who I shared decent conversation for 9 hours with, and we exchanged emails.

From New York to Dallas the plane was delayed about an hour and a half, instead of leaving at 5:30 we ended up leaving around 7:00. On the trip, there were these two guys behind me, they were very funny, but somewhat crude. They reminded me of a few people I had the "privilege" living with when I was a young teen. The trip was a bit long, though it was originally supposed to be 3 and a half hours, it was about (including the delay) five hours.

I got to the Airport to not see Nancy and Eugene, because it seems the Airport people had told them I was in a completely different terminal, and they ran quickly over to me after about 15-30 minutes of waiting somewhere completely different. And while they were in the other terminal I got my bag and half listened to a very strange conversation between two men about television shows, which was somewhat amusing and irrelevant to everything they discussed on the plane.

Finally Mom and Dad arrived and they took my suitcase and we went to the car and went back Home. Well, though it's not actually my home, since I will be living with my dear older sister Tina and her husband Chris and their 9 year old son, Quinn. I am happy about the change, and I will give it the best shot. I will be going there on the 11th, and it will be my permanent residence.
Well, I am exhausted from the trip so I should actually be dead asleep now, I think I'll try to get some sleep.

Farewell.

P.s I miss my friends in Timisoara, of course.

Last Week In Europe

Well, I am going back to the states on the 3rd of July and I will be moving in with my older sister Tina, at her house.
I'm going to miss Europe, and Jolie, but life goes on, right?
I'll be sure to add some pictures soon from my last days.

I'm going to be taking a plane by myself, so I am a bit nervous, but I will go on.
Stay cool readers.

Farewell.

Happy Birthday Eugene!

Oh Happy Eugene Day!!!


Eugene dressing up as Elvis in 2008



Eugene & I in 2001



Eugene in the 50's





This Post is in celebration of Richard Eugene Osborn, also known as "Father, Daddy, Pop and Papa". Eugene is my father and has helped me allot in my very strange years of life. He's always cracking witty jokes and asking me when I want to go to the store with him (to get cookies). We also watched War movies together, such as Band of Brothers and he got a bit annoyed when I would quote Band of Brothers, so I stopped, but only because he said I should, and I believed he was right. I respect him allot, his calmness and his ability to make situations better with his perspectives and opinions. Once in a while I will catch myself saying the "banana joke" he always told, or the "worked it out with a pencil" joke too, I guess they were just too funny to pass up. He also helped me as I grew up and learned various topics about life which include doing math also. I remember when we used to just get in the car and drive for hours to some destination to book a wal *mart or just because we wanted to. Those were the days. We also enjoy the same kind of music which is rare because Father's are supposed to listen to "Fatherly music" which is older or less "teenish", but I think it's so awesome we agree on music, I remember Eugene and I just rocking out to Blindside or Cream, or whatever you felt was worth listening to. So today, in honor of Eugene I decided to make this post about him. I wish him the best birthday since I can't throw silly jokes his way on his Birthday, but I hope we can spend another birthday together someday, even if I am half-way across the world, I think the Lord will have our paths meet again soon. So cheers to Eugene! Happy Birthday Daddy! I love and
miss you and allot of my music reminds me of you now, so you are remembered.


Farewell.

My Late Schedule

For the past several days, okay to be safe I'll say a week, I have been staying up way too late and sleeping in way too late. Usually, when you sleep in it's because your body needs it somehow, because you might be fighting a cold, or dying, but the point is, I don't think I need all this sleep. I am so tired during the day because I am sleeping TOO MUCH! I don't need to sleep so much and I seriously doubt the rest of the Home is extremely excited about my sleeping habits.

I think I shall get up earlier and increase my Kaffee intake. Smart right? Well I thought so anyway.

Farewell.

CTP

We did a CTP the other day, and it was interesting, as in, I'm in a new country and I am still getting used to Children who do not speak the same language as I, nor do they understand the various expressions on my face (seeing as I have been known for the various expressions that do not make much sense to anyone), so the children just smile bright with their balloons and bags the size of themselves and wonder what in the world I, as small as I am, could in anyway offer.

Aha, they are not the only one's who consider this exact statement as true, I myself have not only considered it, but have kept it running through my head for many days. 'What could I do if I do not speak the language and are unable to understand the minds of small children'? And by asking myself this, I realized that if I tried so hard to understand them, and worked so hard studying, worrying, and scraping my brain trying to make myself more presentable to them, then what good would it do?

I am still planning to learn the language, but, it is only by God that I am able to be noticed by them. Children are small, and they have faith, sometimes more than adults, because they have blind-faith, which can be some of the greatest faith you could ever have.

So I realized, I could just show Jesus to them, through myself. I have no real amazing feature that people would awe at, and no deathly beautiful talents that would be obviously noticed by the world, but I have faith, and I have Jesus, who can be shown through me. So, that's what I can do. That is all I really have.

Farewell.

Kevin

Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and throw out a couple whines and several sad dots because of the lack of Kevin.

He came here about six days after I did, and then, out of the blue, he's like "hey, I'm leaving in like 10 minutes". Now, wait a second! I didn't agree to that, I don't recall saying, 'okay, go on back to Poland or wherever you're from'. Nay!

Anyway, he was super fun, and exciting, and full of sarcasm. He left about 4 days ago, and nobody in the Home has fully recovered, well, except for me. Kaffee always does the trick, oh wait, I'm supposed to be super sensitive and emotional now, because I forwarned my blog-readers that I would be a big mess of emotion, so here goes.

WAAAAAAAAAA, BOOO HOO, SOB SOB, SNIFF SNIFF, (over-flowing tears).

Well, that was a blast, come again soon, and maybe I might just do it again.

Farewell.

Three Cheers for Monty Python and Phantom of the Opera.

He loved leaves



Go ahead and leave you punk...




He Came. He Lived. He posed.



He was a bag of smiles.




Yes, you can reheat chocolate cake.
And yes, I want bananas with my waffles.

Kevin lived a healthy life, filled with various nuts and spices, and fried green tomatoes.
He loved movies like "Short circuit, Princess on Ice, Some like it hot, and of course, Babe pig in the city".
He loved to dance, to pose, and to live life like any young strong soldier should live. I hope he knows we love him, for the man he is, and for the man he'll never...er...he'll grow up to be.

Opera!

Well, we went to a OPERA the other day, and it was fun.
It was called "Madame Butterfly", and it wasn't very cheerful, but that's okay, we'll live.

I have never been to an Opera before so it was quite an experience. The singing was loud, obviously, and the main girl (who was supposed to be fifteen) looked like 100 and wasn't that great, but the main guy was a good singer, though he was like 1000 years old. The opera lasted about 3 hours, and was cool. I would like to go to another opera someday, but I would like to know the story before-hand, just in case it's not worth it.
Anyway, enjoy life, and opera, and various pieces of bread you just MIGHT get in provisioning.

Farewell.

Witnessing

We go personal witnessing every Saturday, and it's a blast, especially when little boys come up and pose for pictures with Juliet, it's the best. You know, we were walking along this flower filled path, and I noticed a man on a bench (I love benches by the way), and I gave him a tract, then I walked away. Suddenly, Juliet walked over to him and started up a conversation, soon after, he got saved, received our address, and he also handed us his number, so he could come for Bible classes in the upcoming. Therefore, it was a very glorious day.


Witnessing...



Beautiful Woman...



Romance...



Holding Hands...



Boys who pose with Juliet....(extra dot)



Farewell.

Sugar

Sugar is the best
Sugar helps to live
Sugar come back
Use Sugar not crack

Okay, I love sugar, I shouldn't really, but I kind of do.
We made a rule here, that we cannot have sugar so much, or use very little of it when we do, so I am having serious drawbacks, but I will overcome because Sweet SWEET JESUS actually made this rule, so I will follow willingly.


Enjoy your sugar folks, for it may be your last.

Farewell.

Home

This is Jon-Jon. He is playing guitar. Jon-Jon likes guitar. Jon-Jon likes to run. ( His name is formally known as George though).




Juliet and I. We were munching on cookies. We like cookies. Nobody else likes cookies. But we like cookies.




Hold up Blog readers, I haven't completely given up on this Blog, I just got a bit lazy, you know the feeling, sitting around on your bed reading and thinking about going to write on your Blog, then rethinking and saying 'why now'. Well, that probably never happened to anyone in UNIVERSE but me, but I decided to share it anyway.

Today we are going witnessing and I am a bit nervous, because I do not remember much witnessing in Europe when I once lived here those centuries ago, though I should remember so I have a feel of what to do now. Anyway, I'm going to try to do it today.

We're Home!

We finally arrived in Timisoara! Take that non-believers!
The Home is great, the ride was long, but it was worth it. The people are nice, and the house is clean and tidy. Jolie and I have our own little space in the girl’s room, and it looks like us, stuff wise anyway. I cleaned the floor, and it is clean now, so I am so proud of myself, though I should not necessarily be "proud" of myself, because it would get me no-where.

I was thinking today about how little I know about Spirit Helpers, and how important they are in people's lives. Today's devotions gave me a quick reality check and made me want to learn much more about them. I know it is very easy to just say "I have my own spirit helpers, and they're all I need", but that's not the point here. The point is, spirit helpers are needed, very much. They play a very large roll in each of our lives, and give us help whenever we ask. Nevertheless, I am not saying sweet Jesus does not have that power, because that would be ridiculous to say, because he made us, and spirit helpers, he is the creator of all, and he has the power to do whatever he wants.

The Lord was obviously speaking to me during devotions, trying to show me that I should get in closer contact, not only with my personal spirit helpers, but also with the helpers that make the Family the wonderful place it is. The point is, I need to work harder on honing my spirit Helpers, and on having a more clear connection with them.

Farewell.

Their Visit.

My sweet sisters (and Mrs. Marty) visited me before my great trip to Europe.
They stayed only a night, but it was fun, fun, fun! Well, they arrived yesterday around four in the afternoon and stayed till around three today. Last night we went to the Mall (dun dun dun) and walked around for a couple minutes, then we watched 'Be Kind Rewind' in the theater, and although it seemed pretty funny in the beginning, it practically turned into one of those romantic comedies, which I have had too much of recently. And after our movie we went to Bennigan's and ate a delicious meal together, and made various water jokes as well.

Today we went to the Mall again, but only for various shopping needs, yes I said needs. The adventure took place with me, Laurie, & Marty, who patiently waited for about 1 1/2 while Lori and I ventured through the 80 % off idles of Sears clothes, which was nice and filled with many girls of all shapes and sizes. Then we walked through the mall some more, and checked out a couple stores including the poison gas stores such as : Abercrobie & Fitch and Abercrobie. Did I not mention that those stores are filled with underage workers, bright smiles, overdoses of aftershave, funky music, and clothes that are 3 times too small for most people. Maybe I forgot to mention it.

Finally we sat down to eat at a rather opened lunch table, and a man starts to preach to us about God, and how we don't know him like he did and should have a relationship with him, so I calmly explained who I was, and what group I was apart of, and about the trip to Romania I would be taking, and yet, he continued to preach to us, so we told him thanks, and went on our way.

It was a long day, in other words, but it was still pretty amusing. I miss them already, they are awesome to have around, especially for laughs, and odd/deep conversations. If the Lord wills it I will see them again, someday soon.

Farewell.

The Dentist

Tomorrow I go to the Dentists (dun dun dun dun dun), where someone will willingly take their huge hands and shove them very neatly down my throat. Oh boy! This land of Dentistry is a rather small building, with odd music, strange teenagers/children running in endless circles while we wait, we all wait for hours. But, thankfully my orthodontist is very clever, and we throw around a couple jokes while he so willingly checks on my braces. You see, the problem with braces is, they are on your teeth and they make you look like a star. And no, I don't mean in a good way. They make your teeth look abnormally shiny and strange. So, I do not smile much, because I might scare my fellow friends and family away.

Tomorrow (the 26th), will be the last Orthodontist trip I will make in America! So, I am trying not to dread it, but take it as an opportunity to smile one last time at my charming Orthodontist, though this place isn't something I am proud of.

Farewell.

We're Off!

Well, today is the day FOLKS!

No, I don't mean literally today, but we are moving. Timisoara here we come!
The Lord was obviously trying to teach me serious patience, because we were waiting for quite sometime, but the Lord always comes through. Hurray!
Anyway, we should be leaving very soon, and I will tell you when we do.
I love you guys, and I hope I will see you all again someday.

Farewell.

STAR WARS!

Star Wars is a classic masterpiece that is well known into the world! Well, others claim to have seen it "countless times", though they do not seem to "know it" very well at all. We have recently started watching Star Wars all over again. And of course, we started with 'A New Hope' and discovered how truly marvelous it is. Well, except for the sweet actor who played Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) who played the part well, but is extremely easy to make fun of. Han Solo is the bomb though, he can bring joy into our humdrum lives from his sarcastic attitude, and odd perspective on life. And tonight we gathered around the living room once again, and enjoyed the sequel 'The Empire Strikes Back', and shared a few laughs, and some tears (on Jesse's side anyway).

And tomorrow starts a new day, an entirely new day filled with memorable quotes from Star Wars, and the excitement we will once again share from the very last one 'Return of the Jedi', and what a sad day it will bring. You will see no more smiles from our bubbling lips. No more giggles of joy, and no more memorable quotes to be clever for, because it will be over! Maybe I should hold back the greatest emotion I might someday encounter from the ending of a brilliant Trilogy. I will surely try to.

I know there are some sweet Star wars fans in the world, somewhere. Well I surely hope so. The very same Star Wars that passed around through countless generations, and many minds in the world. And there are many novels about Star Wars and merchandise too. Moreover, I just so happen to own some. Well, my brother Jesse (who at the age of 11) had collected a very valuable stash of Star Wars barbies...er....action-figures, and had held them in a magical little plastic box for years, well until recently. My Nephew Kevin desperately wanted the action-figures, so Jesse handed his wide collection to Kevin, though I am sure Jesse would have kept them for years to come. However, I am sure it was time to give up his glorious collection, since he is NOW turning 18, though he had given away the Star Wars action-figures when he was about 14. However, the point of the story is to keep things that are extremely valuable, or do not.

Anyway, I have this fly Star Wars T-shirt I plan to share with you now.
Yes, I am only talking about the T-shirt, I am not going to "share myself" with you now.

May the force be with you.

Farewell.

Sweet music..

Its funny how the people you least expect can have such amazing talents. Take Andrew for instance, he is a very cool, energetic person, with conviction and a very big smile, and little did we know, he had an amazing voice. Well, he practically blew me away in “Consuming Hate”, where he sings, (and does a very good job at that), on stage at Word-stock 06’. The song ‘Consuming Hate’ is extremely powerful, both in words and in song, I believe Tim Drummer originally wrote the words, and Andrew sings (and screams) it.

Ten bullet plan, are an awesome band, though, very little people know about them, or their capabilities. But I surely do! Mark Osborn (my brother), Andrew Forsberg, Jesse Osborn (also my brother), and Tony Fogerty, have created an excellent band. They originally recorded the song “You wonder why”, (which was changed) to “the flood”. I do believe my brother Mark and Tony had written it, though neither will take credit for it.

Though I am very finicky about music, (Lord help me), I have taken a serious liking to both bands. The Lord obviously gave me new music since I had forsaken the old (non-family) music.

Farewell.

The Resturant....(evil music in the background)

Gather around children and let me tell you a glorious story about our eventful dinner at Black Eyed Pea. No, do not be alarmed, though none of this is fictional, I will try not to scare you, and give you the truth. (And yes, the photos are all part of this amazing adventure)

This is my very subtle pose, you just don't know it yet...





Back off roll lovers, this roll was mostly a prop.

I’m sure other people could describe this place with jazz and great hospitality, though I beg to differ.

This land of low seats, hasty waiters, funky music and small meals, was nothing more than that. A different world, I heard myself say at least twice. And, as we sat at our table, an average height, extremely young looking, fake smiled, colour contact user had been assigned to us. I thought nothing of it at that time, but that was wrong of me. First he arrived with fresh rolls and butter, (which I happily stuffed down my starving throat), then he proceeded to tell us ‘Corn bread is coming soon’. Yet, I did not remember ordering such a heavy food, I hope it’s free. Then we continued eating those delicious rolls, three to be exact, and they tasted heavenly. Though, a problem was arising, but we did not even see it coming. This half-crazed waiter must have found it amusing, nay, exciting to come and ask us irrelevant questions, while we tried to eat.

I was both disturbed and uncomfortable in this situation, because he not only came to our table eight times, but he also threw deep (eye contact) looks our way (thankfully, he had an eye for Jolie, not me). After this annoyance he had sternly given us, we decided to give him $10 dollars for his trouble, though it was mostly him troubling us. And now, I am still haunted by the idea of seeing him again. I pray to sweet Jesus that we never go to Black Eyed Pea again. Next time, we’ll defiantly eat at Chilies.

Farewell.

Young Love/Valentines Day.

Ah, young love. The very same lust...er...love that is told to last a lifetime. The sweet little boys and girls cuddling and maybe even holding hands, shh, don't tell anyone though, its much too vulgar for the common ears of men. Well, lets take a quick flashback into the 50's, and ask ourselves why we cant have the same tasteful affections as back then. Remember holding hands? Obviously not! Now listen here, youngsters! You should go back to the fifties and smile, knowing that Valentines day wasn't about the vulgar distasteful attitudes we have now. Well, if you want to talk about violent love making, then well, thats your decision. As for myself, I would rather skip the subject altogether. Well, how knows? I might change my opinion.

May your valentines day be filled with over fattening chocolates, and tear bursting movies.

Farewell.

Sad Songs

Back in the late fifties and sixties people wrote these catchy tunes that very few people actually listened to deeply. And if they did, they would be surprised at some of the lyrics. Take the song "Tell Laura I love her" for instance. It's extremely catchy, but also very sad.

No one knows what happened that day
Or how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Now in the chapel where Laura prays
For her poor Tommy, who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

"Last Kiss" redone by Pearl Jam in the 90's

We were out on a date in my daddy's car. we hadn't driven very far. there in
The road, straight ahead. a car was stalled, the engine was dead.

I couldnt stop, so I swerved to the right. Ill never forget the sound that
Night. the screamin tires, the bustin glass. the painful scream that I heard
Last.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone
To heaven, so Ive got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this world.

When I woke up the rain was pourin down. there were people standin all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes. but somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said. hold me darling, just a little
While. I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss. I found the love that i
Knew I had missed.

Well now shes gone. even though I hold her tight. I lost my love, my life,
That night.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone
To heaven, so I've got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this
World.


Kiss of Fire by Tony Martin

I touch your lips and all at once, the sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well when I am lying
And though I see the danger, still flames go higher
I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire
Just like a torch you set my soul within me burning
I must go on along the road, no returning
And though it burns me, it turns me into ashes
My whole world crashes, without your kiss of fire

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying
What good is there denying, you're all that I desire
Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to be...

Don't pity me, don't pity me

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me your kiss of fire.

Sleep walk by the Supremes

Instead of dreaming


I sleep walk

'Cause I lost you

And now what am I to do

What to do

Can't believe that we're through

I don't care how much you tell me


Sleep talk

'Cause I miss you

I sleep talk

While the memory of you

Lingers like a song

Darling, I was so wrong

But I'll be right someday


The night

Fills my lonely place

I see your face

Spinning through my brain

I know

I miss you so

I still love you

And it drives me insane


Sleep walk

Every night

I just sleep walk

And when you

Walk inside the door

I will sleep walk no more

Till then by the Classics

Till then, my darling, please wait for me
Till then, no matter when it may be
One day I know I'll be home again
Please wait (till) till then

Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love will always stay in our hearts
Till then, when of the world will be free
Please wait for me

Although there are oceans we must cross and mountains that we must climb
I know every gain must have a loss, so pray that our loss is nothing but time

Till then, we'll dream of what there will be
Till then, we'll call on each memory
Till then, when I will hold you again
Please wait till then

Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Alright, let's not forget the classic "I can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis

Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you

So there you have it, folks. Now you know what some of these songs are really ABOUT!


Farewell.

In The Middle of Somewhere

When you do not know many people, or wish you had not know many people, life is difficult. My story is true, so pay attention. All right, let me begin with a subtle introduction of myself. As well as, this mischievous place, I had once lived in. To begin this story we must first take seven steps back into the past, and remember. Though I have no real bitter memories of this place, I will try to remember something interesting.

This Household, which remained branded for parties, was in all, nothing more than that. Especially to the young people who abruptly dropped by every so often, even if we had not asked them to. These parties had contained a certain essence to them, and a clear view of the ignorant people (who were formally involved) had really been like. Because of the wide variety of Alcohol passed unwisely around, many of the fellow inmates had viciously and incongruously flirted and grabbed the poor and innocent souls of that home. Ah, the wonder of this place brings a smile to my face, and yet, it gives me a heavy heart as well.

The singing teams were a nightmarish atmosphere. From the moment, you jump into the automobile, life ceases to exist. Moreover, the singing had to be extremely deafening and courageous to be equal to your teammates. Moreover, those of us who would refuse those “valuable singing lessons” would be instantly tortured with uncanny jokes, and fervent affections. However, I had avoided those situations like The Black Death, and it worked well.

Sarcastic People:

Some days you would try being a bit affectionate towards them, but it would get you nowhere.

Cruel and idiotic creatures were they, with a hint of sincerity when adults would randomly appear. However, they would still try to get you into bed in the process. What good would that actually do? However, I have considered slashing them in their sleep, but I resisted. However, it would have been allot better in the end.

Man Pleasers:

Its common knowledge that no one should actually “man please” but he or she still did. As if something went off in their heads that made them believe they must PLEASE OTHERS. What a joke. However, I still think they are capable of doing whatever they please. Yet, I befall stricken by a quick flash of reality, which states that they cannot.

The Non-Caring:

Shaking our heads at the idiocy that went on in the Home, and wishing the Home members would disappear.

Well, not always. Sometimes we hoped they would be alive, so we could mock their existence. Nothing really mattered except the few important people in our lives.

When visitors came to us, we ignored them. They sometimes asked us if we liked them, and a small smirk would appear on our faces. And what is wrong with an addiction to coffee? It never killed anyone. We also had our perverted moments, but we made up for them with a smile. No matter what we said, we could easily replace it with a big beam, nay, SHINE of smile. However, that was on a RARE occasion. We do not smile too much; it is a waste of space.

Dedicated Beings:

There were not very many of these, but a few remained. They would make everything happy and cheerful, and an occasional atmosphere of fun. However, I did not understand them sometimes. They would seriously confuse me, with all these creeps around them; they would still find time to be happy. Congratulations to you! You were good people.

Creeps/Decent:

Most moments you would either be trying to molest us, or praying for us. I am sure you went through a lot, but you still cannot molest people, it is illegal. I looked it up once.

You were not as bad as you seemed. You had your decent times, where you would actually make some sense, and would resist the subject of sex. Maybe if you worked at it more, than you might be able to go a WHOLE day without talking about sex. What do you think?

Computer Geeks/Smarty

They were very valuable subjects. Not easily disrupted, not easily bothered. They had my appreciation because they had the patience for me, which is surprising. Moreover, they play a mean game of cards. I will admit that. They were cool people, because they had good humor, and they knew how to make people laugh, at surprising times. They were also smart in allot of ways, even though they had random women’s eyes on their computer desktop. Nevertheless, other than that, they were cool.

Charmers

Classy and sophisticated were they, well sometimes. They always charmed those women to pieces, and broke several hearts in the process. They carried a certain “cool” presents about them, unlike others of the Home. Although, they always knew how to have a good laugh, and make fun of people on occasion. They were also very squeezable and cuddly. You wanted to put them in your pocket, so they would constantly be there to squeeze.

Shakespeare

It annoyed us a bit, because of the wide variety of women at their side every moment. How could we actually have a decent conversation with them? They were charming, intelligent, handsome, and well, to good to be true. I feel sorry for them because they did not get a moments peace. I do not believe in those stupid little girls hanging all over the only operate who would pay attention to them. It was almost as if the Shakespeare’s were a piece of meat. Humbug I say! I think it is rather uncanny to think someone does that. The point is they were very cool people. They were classy, and highly able to keep up an interesting conversation. So cheers to them.

Yikes

They were scary! You were a bit too terrified to be near them. Moreover, the only time they were a bit relaxed was with Alcohol in their system (read beginning again). They would randomly yell at you, well, because they could. They could be nice people if they tried. If they actually put in some effort, and since they were commander of the Singing Team, you prayed to sweet JESUS that you were not on the Singing Team.

Boots...

My feet hurt immensely. Those words, the exact words I spoke, and I continue to speak, are all truth. As I sat upon my bed, feeling quite disturbed over the terrible feeling that has arisen in my feet, I begin to realize that Boots are killers of feet. Woe is me, I feel vulnerable to have walked that far in those boots. Though they seemed comfortable in the beginning, I had been stricken with reality. These boots, that are very pretty (though I care very little for shoes) are nothing more than a pretty way of hurting your feet. OUCH!

Farewell.

Brown Eyes

Brown eyed wonder. Among all others, he lurks around, never afraid to speak aloud.

Many think of him as silent or mysterious some say. To me, he is nothing other than

The loudest mystery I could not ever portray. No one thinks as he does, you see the diversity in his eyes. His voice is calm as an ocean, yet as sharp as the rugged tides.

His honesty makes the best sense in anytime or place. Some think him mortal, but they have not felt his immoral embrace. Never to question the possibility of happiness, his face

Somehow always smiles. Even in the tears on his face, he will last a very long while.

So wrong turned into the rightist thing possible. They wonder why he is so cheerful yet so deadly. If they only knew, his true colours, they would finally see he is beautiful. None other can compare to him. Craziest person you will meet, but still willing to be sane. You will look deeper into his eyes and see his heart, the one real thing that makes so much sense. Who will know his brightest side? Will he ever blow his cover? He plays no fool, in front of others or himself. He reaches out to find something new and different, yet he finds himself. Kindest, most lovable creature is he. You will never understand his ways, for he hides many things.

Love he carries in his heart for so long. Who could judge such a loyal one as he? His swift movement makes him free. If only they saw what I see. The bittersweet confessions he gives to me. I will never get quite enough of him. To face the world’s fire, yet he comes back clean. He comes to me at night when others do sleep. Talks about memories & the love he does bring. I will close my eyes so tight and remember one more time. This creature is lovelier then anyone I have ever known.

Farewell.

Festive Occasion...(or so I'm told)

All right, all right, I admit that I went to the parade. There you caught me right in the act. Are you happy? Do you also feel lucky? Sorry I had to say that, I did not really want to, but they said I had to. Nevertheless, its story time now!

Such a glorious occasion it had turned out to be.
I will tell you the whole story, if you are still interested.

Well, there were six of us prepared for this celebration, some more than others.
Therefore, we walked from Mrs. Tina's house (which was about half a mile from the huge parade), in search for the almighty Marti Gras. Though we found much more than we imagined. The parade on the other hand was monstrous! No not really, I lied. It was a lot of fun actually. Especially all the old men who would flirt with you with their wide bead collection, and you (of course) would weakly fall right at their bate, because you did not know any better.

I had a conversation with the man beside me about his life, though I remember very little about it. I was trying to listen really hard, but the beads were so darn distracting, and I had to pay attention to the beads instead. I hope he did not get offended by my greed for beads. Anyhow, it was allot of fun, and I received about one hundred beads and several cups (with the Gemini symbol on it) those didn't matter. It was lot's of fun though, and we shared a few laughs.

Farewell.

Stepping Out With My Baby...

The weather outside was bright and cheery, and it was the first time in 17 long days that sunshine was bright, and the air was crisp. Well, the air was practically blowing us away, that’s why it was a bit rough to take photos, though we succeeded still. I hope you enjoy these tender photos of me and Jolie. And no, you may not ask questions about them. Whose laughing?

Farewell.

Doing Your Best

Maybe your best bet is to believe in something you’ve never believed in before. Some form of spiritual being. You should refuse to be confused by the common knowledge of men. The knowledge they barely know themselves. I’ve had images in my head for sometime now, of places I have never been, but still want to go. Don’t worrying myself into the ground. You must concentrate on certain aspects of your life. You need to give your all to the Lord, without looking back. Life is what you make of it. Life is the exact purpose in which to live. Others find suicide the best choice or opportunity to stay sane, but it’s wrong. Life is only lived when you give your all. When you are willing to forsake all. And when you’re so fed up with the thoughts of despair. And you begin to understand what you need to do in life. Maybe you are meant to give all of yourself without much received. Giving never goes unlooked; believe me. If you’re purpose is to give, then give. Give everything of yourself. Hold absolutely nothing back. And the Lord will bless you. He will take something as small as you, and turn you into something great.

Friends

I’m sure you guys have heard “oh so many” things about true friends, though you obviously didn’t get the point in the first hundred times. Friendship is sacred; it’s something you wouldn’t ever want to lose. Friends are true, honest, sacrificial, caring, understanding, accepting towards each-other. Not the other way around.

True friends are the people who stand by you no matter what. Whether you completely freak out, or worry constantly about “unwary” subjects. Or you hurt your friends feelings without knowing it. Or in some people’s case, you knew it. Friends are the kind of people who forgive and forget. Not just the minor things you do or say, but even in the enormous things as well. Friend’s don’t gossip about each other, or say stupid things to be “cool”. Being someone’s friend is a bond between them. A bond that doesn’t matter how “cool” that person is or isn’t (in some of your cases), ha-ha, just kidding. If you want to be true to someone, than don’t gossip about them, or lie to them (unless you want to). Don’t be crude towards them, and for God sakes, try to be understanding. If you’re a real friend you will accept that person for whoever they are, no matter what anyone else has to say about it.

Marti Gras

I missed the great Marti Gras, even though I didn't want to. We tried to get through, but random people were pushing their way through, so we missed it. I guess I will have to make up for it in Europe. And although I didn't get to catch glorious beads, I still received bundles of beads of my favorite colours: Green, Purple, and of course black. And I also received a brilliant Centaur cup, of yellow and purple. So, it worked out in the long run.

Oh boy!

Abby isn't leaving my side, she is staying with me until the thirtieth. Oh boy, I'm so happy now. I was thinking of having a nervous breakdown real quick, (in case you were interested), and blasting random people with my problems. But, I have gained my sanity, and I am now trying something new, like tempting Abby with various sweets to make her stay. And obviously it worked! Take that people who wanted her to come home earlier!

I hate to sound mean, so I'll try not to sound mean, even though in my heart I want to sound mean. I'm just really happy she's stay with me. I don't know if I could live without her tall beautiful self, and hair like Rapunzel. And her essence as tempting as fine wine.

My Family..

The wide-spread laughter raging from our mouths, the loud Karaoke songs being played multiple times, and of course, the smell of Alcohol and BBQ in the air. The sad thing is that we don't know when to stop, we don't have the ability to discontinue our outrageous singing, and conversations that don't involve anyone but the one's with the alcoholic beverages in they're hands (or feet). I do feel rather sorry for the people who have to be consumed in the great madness of my family.

We may be crazy, but at least we know how to have a good time, even in the worst circumstances.
And we try to get people out of themselves, even if they don't want to.

Thank you dear Osborn's, for the courage to speak, even when nobody wants to listen.