Land of Osbourne

  Public Announcement from the Land of Osbourne: Huge thanks to my dad for forcing me to get a job right after high school. Truly top-tier decision-making. Because without that shove, I never would’ve met John — aka the man my dad has disliked with Olympic consistency since day one. So really, this whole storyline is on him. Which is funny, considering we’re… you know… not exactly swapping holiday cards these days. And meanwhile? I’m deliriously happy with John. 😌

 

  Every once in a while, I catch sight of something on one of my shelves that pulls me back through time with the gentlest little tug. Tonight it was my dance trophies — the golden silhouettes, the raised arms, the shine of a world where rhythm was everything and my tap shoes practically lived on my feet. One trophy in particular always makes me smile. The big one. The bold one. The one that says “I LOVE DANCE.” I won that for student choreography… on my very first try. Not my best routine — not even close — but somehow, that early attempt earned second place. Beginner’s luck? Maybe. But I like to think it was the universe giving me a wink and reminding me that dance has always lived somewhere in my bones. But my best work? Oh, that routine has a heartbeat of its own. I choreographed a tap number to Roy Clark’s “Sally Was a Good Ol’ Girl.” A song full of personality, sass, and a rhythm that practically begged for taps that flirted with the beat. I built that routine fro...

John and I made a quick run to Aldi today — nothing exciting, just the usual “grab a few things” kind of trip. We were at the self-checkout, unloading our cart, when I noticed the couple behind us juggling their groceries like circus performers who regretted not bringing reusable bags. I dug into my own bag of reusable totes (because of course I had a stash), and tucked inside was one lonely Target plastic bag I’d thrown in there who-knows-when. On a whim, I held it up as they walked past. The woman met my eyes, and I smiled. “Do you want this?” I asked, holding it out. You would’ve thought I handed them a bag of gold. Both of them lit up with the kind of relief that makes you wonder how heavy their day must’ve been. The guy even stopped, looked directly into my eyes, and said “Thank you” with this quiet, earnest sincerity — like I’d paid for their whole cart, not just offered a stray bag. Later, I mentioned it to John. He shrugged and said something so simple it stuck with ...

  Analytics always makes me laugh. One little dot on the map and suddenly you know when someone’s been peeking in from a very… familiar spot. Welcome, mystery reader.  Enjoy your stay. 😏🌎

A Land of Osbourne Original Story  When renovations begin at Graceland, workers uncover a secret buried beneath decades of myth. The Jeffersonian team is called in — and what they find beneath the Tennessee soil challenges everything the world believes  about Elvis Presley. Bones at Graceland — Part One: The Discovery Opening Scene: Morning sunlight cuts through the humid Tennessee air as workers at Graceland begin replacing a corroded drainage line near the Meditation Garden. When the backhoe catches something solid, the foreman expects old bricks. What emerges instead are human remains — wrapped in decaying linen, buried deep in soil untouched since the house was built. Scene Transition: The call goes out. The FBI contacts the Jeffersonian after local authorities realize the remains don’t align with any recorded burial on the property. Booth and Brennan are flown in under strict confidentiality — Graceland security wants the site sealed before the press catches a whisper. I...