Double Nickels

The Coach has a birthday today, so I’ll try not speak about myself because it’s all about my special guy today.

*realizes this can not easily happen*

Really, though, where would he be without me? If not for me, he probably would have ended up with someone even MORE high maintenance or a psychopath or worse yet, a HIGH MAINTENANCE PSYCHOPATH. We all know one…

How stinking cute? I wish he still had this outfit; I know he’d look hawwwt in it.

We met when I was just about to turn 18 and he was 19 going on 20; I didn’t have much of a choice to love him after he netted me; this is what Tinder looked like in 1985.

It was a few weeks later when I realized that he was a chippendale dancer; that explained why he always had a nice amount of cash. Hey, I’m NO dummy!

Please note, even though he always had money in his pocket, he decided to NOT waste any of that money on shirts; to this day, he’s still a wise spender.

Way back in 1985, seeing/hearing him talk on the phone for a considerable amount of time should have been my warning: this guy likes to talk. And he’s still on the phone quite a bit, minus the cord.

All kidding aside. I won the lottery by going on that blind date in 1985; he’s the best of the best. An amazing husband to me, (who is NOT a psychopath) a wonderful father to our girls, a dedicated mentor to countless young ladies that he’s coached over the years, and a trusted/loving friend to many.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if the world were full of men like Coach with his heart, his integrity, there would be world peace.

BTW: He always wears a shirt now, and they’re generally pretty expensive. Go figure.

Happy birthday to my main squeeze.


The big news and it doesn’t smell like teen spirit in here at all.

The big news I’ve been wanting to share. And also, It’s ma birthday, we’re gonna party like it’s ma birthday.

Kidding. We don’t roll like that anymore. But, it IS my birthday.

THE NEWS: Did you guess that one of my girls was knocked up with-child? As much as I want a grandkid, I want it to be in a more traditional manner; call me crazy.

Did you think that we might have sold our business, home and fled to Costa Rica? That has been thought of; not too many riots there.

How about we sold our home, business, purchased a Winnebago and drove around the country Cousin Eddie style?

Merry Christmas, the shitters full.

As much as I would love to repeat that phrase to some unwilling family member as we park in their driveway, that is not exactly our style. yet.

Do you remember before the pandemic that the Coach and I loved traveling? Travel bugs. No moss was to grow under our feet. He’s such a smart cookie, he has our factory running so well with excellent management and some automation, he doesn’t have to be ‘hands-on” as he was the first 20 years, and all his hard work has paid off. That phrase really DOES have some meaning. Mind you, some little lady was keeping the home fires burning….you know, Ma Ingalls style. THAT’S ME, THAT’S ME!

Is the Coach Pa Ingalls ready for retirement? Not.quite.yet.

Once we realized we won’t be traveling as we had in the past, we decided to find a destination home that is OURS and we can get there easily, flee the heat of the summer and also connect with friends & family on holidays. Growing up in Florida, we’ve always known and dealt with the snow-birds; those northerners that flee the winters and crowd our streets/beaches in the winter, now we are going to be them. Kind of. Maybe.

{{I’ve tried 47 times since this morning to add in a few photos from the past week. Not.happening. I’m livid. But I’m still posting}}

{{After almost ripping out my fourteen hairs, I can get some pics loaded, but they are huge. Please don’t count my varicose veins…}}

As a little girl running around the trailer park, cousin Eddie style, I NEVER dreamed that this would be possible. We closed on the house last week and hitched our trailer to our truck and moved some items up there. See, I’m still having trailer moments. You can take the girl out of the trailer park, blah blah blah…

The house is lovely. There are some things that we want to change, but it’s really lovely. The best part? Well, there are TWO best parts.

Let’s go over the best BEST part first. My Aunt and Uncle, AT and UJ, live just over an hour away. But, but, wait, there’s MORE. They want to purchase a home IN THIS same HOOD. I know. It’s beyond wonderful. I lived with them for a few months when I was 12, and we lived in the same town when I was 12-15, but since then, we’ve lived in different states. I adore them so much, can you imagine how happy I will be if they are in the same hood? SO FREAKING HAPPY. I have limited family, and they are my best people…so having them close is beyond wonderful.

The other best part? The neighbors. We were there for 6 days, moving stuff in, getting set up, getting a feel for the place and so many people dropped by to say hello. To welcome us. I’ve never had that before. Georgia. Jawwwjaaaaa. I’m turning into a peach as we speak…



The back of our home faces East, so we are blessed with the most spectacular sunrises. Usually, I am against a sunrise because I’m a night owl, but I accidentally caught a few sunrises. Beautiful. Literally, worth waking up. 

I apologize for missing out on anyone’s blogs over the past few weeks. I was scurrying trying to furnish a house. WHO DOES THAT? Me? The trailer park girl, that’s who. We arrived back home on Tuesday night and Callie had me up FOUR times that night…so off to the vet we went in the morning.

I’m beat. But in that happy/beat feeling.