Dоnny Оsmоnd sаys ‘finаl’ gооdbyеs tо fаmily, shаrеs swееt рhоtо оn Instаgrаm with grаndkids

Donny Osmond, the former teen idol has five sons and 14 grandchildren, all who are eagerly awaiting the return of the multi-hyphenate entertainer, currently on a three-month “Direct from Las Vegas tour.

And right before his departure, Osmond showed his social media followers what a giant peacock and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat have in common.

Keep reading to learn more!

Donny Osmond, who found galactic success as a teen heartthrob in the 1970s, is as busy today as he was five decades ago.

In 2019, the 66-year-old man ended an 11-year Las Vegas residency with his sister Marie and returned to Harrah’s Hotel and Casino, headlining his first solo residency, which he resumes in the fall of 2024.

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After stepping on the stage for the show, where he takes audiences on a “dynamic, energy-filled musical journey of his unparalleled life,” Osmond flies out to the UK for a limited run of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

The TV host wowed live theatre audiences with his performance as Joseph in the hit musical that ran from 1992 to 1998, and this time, he’s taking on the role of Pharaoh.

“I always knew I would return to ‘Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat,’” Osmond said in a statement on X (formerly Twitter). “Having starred as Joseph in over 2,000 performances in this magical musical, I am now ready to channel my inner Elvis and assume the role of Pharaoh in Edinburgh starting this December [2024].”

But before any of that happens, he’s spending the summer, taking the “Direct from Las Vegas” show to venues across North America.

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With a packed schedule that keeps him from the large family he built with wife Debra (married in 1978), the musician carves out time to spend with his five sons and 14 grandchildren.

Speaking with People, Osmond earlier explained that regardless of how busy he is, family always comes first.

“That’s what balances my life out. Family is the most important thing, because the curtain will come down eventually, and then what do you have?”

Offering fans a glimpse into how he spent the days leading up to his tour, Osmond – who was disguised as a peacock in the first season of Masked Singer – shаrеd an image on his Instagram, where he’s seen in the pool with the grandchildren and a giant inflatable peacock.

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He captions the post, “Enjoying a final swim at home with my grandkids before the long US summer tour begins this Friday in Milwaukee. By the way, thanks to Sue Pearson from Leeds in the UK who gave me that inflatable peacock during my tour over there. We’ve had so much fun with it. Speaking of fun, I’ll see you all real soon on my US summer tour.”

Osmond’s loyal followers jumped into the comments section praising the family man, as well as sharing their excitement over his tour.

One netizen writes, “So this is how you stay looking young Donny, your happiness and precious family makes you smile, and that is why you’re always happy on stage.” A second, gushing over the kids, shаrеs: “What a beautiful pictures of you and your grandbabies. Can’t wait to see you [in] Louisville.”

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“Can’t wait for this summer tour. Rest up…what is it 41 venues? Wow! Donny What a historic US Tour. So exciting! See you in Connecticut,” adds a third.

Meanwhile, some fans zoned in on the peacock and referenced it to his appearance on Masked Singer. “Love the peacock…you should have won!!!!” one writes.

If you haven’t yet figured out what a peacock and Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat have in common, they both are costumes worn by this legendary singer!

What are your thoughts on Donny Osmond? Please let us know what you think and then shаrе this story so we can hear what others have to say!

Entitled Customer Threw Fresh Juice at Me – I’m Not a Doormat, So I Taught Her a Lesson She Won’t Forget…

When an entitled customer threw her drink in my face, humiliating me in front of everyone, she assumed I’d just take it quietly. Little did she know, she was in for a surprise—and a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

That morning, I stepped into the health food store, the familiar scent of fresh produce and herbal teas greeting me. It was the start of another day at work, where I’d been earning a living for the past year. As I tied my apron, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different today.

“Hey, Grace! Ready for another thrilling day of juice-making?” my coworker Ally joked from behind the counter.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yep, gotta keep those entitled customers happy, right?”

But the knot in my stomach told me otherwise. There was one customer who made our jobs miserable every time she came in.

We had dubbed her “Miss Pompous,” and it was a fitting name. She walked in like she owned the place, treating us like we were beneath her.

As I began my shift, I tried to put her out of my mind. I needed this job. It wasn’t just about me—it was about my family. My mom’s medical bills were piling up, and my younger sister was counting on me to help with college expenses. Quitting wasn’t an option.

A few minutes later, Ally leaned in close. “Heads up,” she whispered. “Miss Pompous just pulled into the parking lot.”

My stomach dropped. “Great,” I muttered. “Just what I needed to start my day.”

The bell above the door chimed, and in she walked, her designer heels clicking like a countdown to disaster. Without even acknowledging me, she strutted up to the counter and barked her order.

“Carrot juice. Now.”

I forced a smile. “Of course, ma’am. Coming right up.”

As I worked, I could feel her eyes on me, scrutinizing my every move. My hands began to shake under the pressure. Finally, I handed her the juice.

She took one sip and her face twisted in disgust. “What is this watered-down garbage?” she screeched. Before I could react, she hurled the entire drink at my face.

The cold juice splashed across my cheeks, dripping down my chin. I stood there, stunned, as she continued to rant. “Are you trying to poison me?” she demanded.

I blinked, wiping juice from my eyes. “It’s the same recipe we always use,” I stammered.

“Make it again,” she snapped. “And this time, use your brain.”

My face burned with humiliation as everyone in the store turned to watch. Tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let her see me cry.

Just then, my manager, Mr. Weatherbee, appeared. “Is there a problem here?” he asked, though his concern seemed more for the loss of a customer than for me.

Miss Pompous turned on him. “Your employee can’t even make a simple juice! I demand a refund and a replacement.”

To my disbelief, Mr. Weatherbee began apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. We’ll remake your juice immediately, free of charge.” Then he turned to me. “Grace, be more careful next time.”

I stood there, dumbfounded. My jaw dropped. “But sir, I—”

“Just get the carrots, Grace,” he interrupted, “and remake the juice.”

Miss Pompous smirked at me, clearly enjoying my humiliation. I felt a surge of anger. For a split second, I wanted to throw my apron down and walk out. But then I thought of my mom and sister—I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

So, I took a deep breath and made a decision. I wasn’t going to let her win.

I met Miss Pompous’s gaze, refusing to be intimidated. She thought she could buy respect with her money, that she could trample over people without consequences. Well, not this time.

As Mr. Weatherbee walked away, I reached into the fridge, bypassing the usual carrots. Instead, I grabbed the biggest, gnarliest one I could find. It was tough and unwieldy, perfect for what I had in mind.

“Just a moment,” I said, sweetly, as I fed the oversized carrot into the juicer. The machine groaned in protest before spraying juice everywhere—across the counter, the floor, and best of all, onto Miss Pompous’s designer handbag.

She shrieked, snatching her bag and frantically trying to wipe off the bright orange juice. “My bag!” she cried. “You stupid girl! Look what you’ve done!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, ma’am,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face. “It was an accident, I swear.”

Her face turned beet red. “You ruined my three-thousand-dollar purse! I want your manager!”

Trying not to laugh, I gestured vaguely toward the store. “I think he’s helping a customer over there.”

As she stomped off in search of Mr. Weatherbee, I ducked into the stockroom to hide my smile. From my hiding spot, I watched as she stormed out, still clutching her dripping bag, leaving a trail of carrot juice in her wake.

I thought it was over, but I knew Miss Pompous wasn’t the type to let things go.

Sure enough, the next morning, she burst into the store, demanding to see the owner. When Mr. Larson, the kind, older man who owned the store, came out, she launched into a tirade, insisting I be fired and demanding compensation for her ruined purse.

Calmly, Mr. Larson replied, “Let’s check the security footage.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had completely forgotten about the cameras.

We gathered around the monitor as the footage played, showing Miss Pompous throwing juice in my face and the “accident” with her purse. The room fell silent.

Mr. Larson turned to her. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you any compensation. What I see here is an assault on my employee. If anyone should be considering legal action, it’s us.”

Miss Pompous sputtered in disbelief. “But… my purse!”

“I suggest you leave,” Mr. Larson said firmly. “And don’t come back.”

With one final glare, Miss Pompous stormed out.

Once she was gone, Mr. Larson turned to me, his eyes twinkling. “That was just an accident, right, Grace?”

“Of course, sir,” I said with a grin. “Why would I intentionally ruin a customer’s belongings?”

He chuckled and walked away. Ally gave me a high five. “You stood up to her, Grace! You showed her who’s boss.”

That night, as I shared the story with my mom and sister, I realized something important: standing up for myself hadn’t just put Miss Pompous in her place—it reminded me of my own worth.

Have you ever had to deal with someone like Miss Pompous? Share your stories in the comments. Together, we can take on the “Karens” of the world!

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