He Deserves More Than A Pearl! {Happy 30th Anniversary To Us}

In the words of Barry Manilow: Looks Like We Made It.

This is our 30th wedding anniversary; we dated for six years prior to being legally entangled. If you’re doing the math, Jesus was a small child when we met and my teeth were just sprouting.

I took this selfie on the night of our first date.

Fun fact: Our first date was a BLIND date. How ’bout dat? No tinder. No swiping anything except for his heart. Match Dot What? No stalking each other prior to that fated Robert Plant concert in 1985.

Oh crap. I just looked up that Barry song, and it’s about two people who were in love and now found love with other people. Not a good anniversary song at all.

Fun fact: Barry Manilow is on tour, and you can see him in Vegas this summer.

This BARRY song is more our speed.

I actually heard that song while driving a few weeks ago and I’d totally forgotten what a good song it was….so, naturally, I started car dancing (just like my Mom!) and thought this was a great song for the Coach and I.

Fun fact: Kari, if you’re playing the Dead Or Alive Game, You can NOT see Barry White in concert any longer.

May 25th, 1991. Best.DAY.Ever.

Well, until a few years later when people came out of my body. But still, one had to happen for the other.

Last year I blogged about what a classy affair our wedding was. If you don’t want to go back and read it, I’ll tell you it really wasn’t a classy affair at all, but that’s ok. We both come from very humble beginnings and things have only progressed positively since then.

We don’t have anything planned for number 30 as we don’t usually go all out for our anniversaries….well, aside from our 25th when Coach surprised me with a bonafide proposal & vow renewal on the beach in Key West, including our girls showing up out of the blue, our besties Don & Kelly in attendance and an upgraded ring in a freaking conch shell.

SURPRISE! That was a good time and it can only happen once.

*looks around the corner for our delightful offspring and a conch shell*

Cheers to 30 years. I learned today (google) that the 30th anniversary is the Pearl Anniversary as wives used to get a strand of pearls on the 30th year. Well, I already have a strand of pearls but I only wear them when I’m baking and wearing a housedress with an apron over it.


Pat, I’d Like To Buy That Man A Beer And A Vowel.

This is a short & sweet post. I have a real post set for tomorrow (or the next day) as tomorrow is a momentous occasion. What? Your calendar is blank for tomorrow?

On Saturday, the Coach and I had a very romantic afternoon. We went to the hardware store; we purchased some lumber for the new deck gates that will necessitate me not having to chase dogs who are chasing squirrels.

I’m sure you all were gasping when you read LUMBER. *wood=$$=swoon*

Afterwards I suggested we do something fun because when we’re UP HERE, we tend to do a lot of house stuff.

Me: “I always see signs for GA breweries and wineries; let’s hit a brewery today.”

If you know me, you know I don’t drink beer. I mean, I used to drink beer, but now I’m a wino. You know what they never have at breweries? Wine.

First LUMBER, then BEER! I should be rewarded.

Coach ordered the ‘lightest’ beer for me and it tasted just like a Corona even though it was made in GA. If I were on a deserted island and could only drink beer, that would be my flavor choice.

But hello, I’m not volunteering to visit THAT island.

Anyhoo, there was a TV that was showing Wheel Of Fortune. We were trying to figure out the puzzle answers while also contemplating the life choices of one male contestant who had the worst hairstyle I’ve ever seen on a human.

Coach says: Are those people still alive? Referring to Vanna & Pat.

I looked at him sideways, thinking he didn’t just say what he said, then wondered if his beer had more alcohol in it than mine.

Yes, this is a current show. They are alive and well.

He’s so pretty. Thank God he has me to keep him in line with important current events such as the living/dying status of game show hosts.

Happy Monday y’all. Anyone else enjoy some hops this weekend?


I Thought You Knew Me Better Than That. And I’m Adding An Octopus To My List Of Wants.

How fun was our wedding song trivia that I threw at you last week? I loved reading all of your comments about our possible choice and your choices too….I thought it was funny that many of you don’t even remember your song. Only one person guessed correctly. Bijoux realized that I had weird taste in my younger years when I chose a Mariah Carey song for our first dance. What was I thinking? Who knows; I was so young and my brain had not fully developed. I suppose we’re fortunate that I didn’t choose a Billy Idol or Adam Ant tune because I was semi-obsessed with both of them. Wait a minute, White Wedding would have been apropos!

Funny though back in the early 2000’s the Coach and I were at the wedding of one of our employees; a couple that were quite a few years younger than us and they chose the SAME Mariah song for their first dance. I suppose we might have been trendsetters. But probably not.

Please remind me after Lolo’s wedding to share what song she/they chose, you know I’ll forget right? It’s not until late October, so I might forget a lot of things by then.

A few weeks ago I was searching for something light to watch and stumbled upon My Octopus Teacher on Netflix.

It was a mesmerizing documentary; it literally pulled me in (with it’s tentacles) from the very start. The Coach arrived home shortly after I started watching it and he enjoyed it as well; but of course he watched it with both of his skeptical eyeballs. I don’t recall why or when, but there were tears streaming down my face at one point. If you know me at all, this is NOT a rare occurrence, but this was the first time I remember crying about an octopus. The gist of it is this gentleman (who can hold his breath for days I think) visits the same octopus everyday for just short of a year and they create a bond.

After it was over I said to the Coach that “I need an octopus. Who knew they had personalities?”

Of course Mr. Skeptical thought the octopus wasn’t as friendly as he appeared and only came to visit this guy because he had some sort of fish food on his hands. Whatever Donnie Downer.

Can someone else watch this and confirm MY feelings. Pretty please with a tentacle on top?

Well, if I say much more, we won’t have anything to talk about later. (I love quoting my Grandma!)