Suz & Coach Are Hot and Dirty & One Answer

You guys. It’s been a week. Our floor demo guys were supposed to show up Thursday morning with the possibility of coming a day early, but we never heard from them until they were in the driveway at 8:15 on Wednesday morning. A DAY EARLY. The Coach and I scrambled to move items out of the laundry/craft room since I thought I had another day.

The noise. The mess. The noise.

The noise went on for 8 hours and that little piece of plastic didn’t keep the dirt out from the front of the house. I could write in the dirt on the kitchen countertop and you know I did: “this place is a dump”

And for fun because it’s July in Florida, the a/c in the front of the house went out Tuesday and my a/c guy has been here 5 times with no luck. I’m really Not here to complain and I kept telling myself: “This is only temporary, this is only temporary” as I wipe sweat from my brow while doing absolutely nothing to bring on the sweat.

The a/c works in the back of the house, but the back of the house looks like a bomb went off. The irony.

The good news is our tile installer started bright and early on Thursday morning, is making headway and we’re thrilled with our tile choice/transition from what we had. We wanted the same tile that we installed in the front of the house when we did our HUGE Reno 6 years ago, but they stopped making that color/style when I started searching TWO years ago. (of course they did!) Why didn’t we have the forethought to order all the tile for the back of the house six years ago? Probably because we were overwhelmed with the six month long Reno and just wanted it to be over.

This is only temporary. This is only temporary. *wiping dirty sweat from my brow*

I was working on answering some questions before things heated up here.

Gigi RamblesHow did you and Coach meet? Love at first sight? I’m fairly certain it was love at first sight for him.

Nicole also asked: Okay, here is my question: how did you and Coach meet and start dating? I know you were both at the same Santa when you were kids…but when did the MAGIC start?

Scene set: 1985, Suz just graduated from HS and was a mere 17. The Coach and I were living in the same town just a few blocks away from each other; I had just moved from GA and in with my Dad a little more than a year when we met. His best friend Don (the same one we see ALL the time who is married to my bestie Kelly) was dating Melissa who was a good friend of mine from HS; they dated all through high school. Anyhoo, Melissa said to me on one fateful afternoon: “Hey, do you want to go to a concert with us tonight? Coach has an extra ticket and no date? Two other good friends were also going.


At the time, I didn’t have a clue who he was and when they showed up, I was all, OK, this might be fun, he’s cute. Ya’ll I didn’t even know what concert we were going to, but no big deal we went to concerts all the time. {Robert Plant} We had a great time that night, we sucked face, enjoyed the tunes, he got my number. Also, a few days later I remembered that I HAD seen him twice before; recently at a party at the beach and he had a girl with him and I remembered I had been to a party at his apartment a while back. Yes, I was proficient at having blonde moments early on.

He didn’t call.

Me: That’s the last time I’ll kiss a boy on a first date! {Lies, all lies!}

About three weeks later I was hanging out with Don and Melissa and they wanted to stop by Coach’s house; he was having a party. I was reluctant, they insisted. There I was, at his house and his freaking girlfriend was also there. Apparently when we had our blind date, They Were On A Break. She must have smelled him on me because she was giving me side eye and couldn’t keep her hands off him. The minute she wasn’t around he was flirting with me, a few hours later they got into a fight, she left and I went in for the KILL with my cuteness.

I wants, what I wants.

So, essentially we met on a blind date 36 years ago. We dated for six years before we got married. There you have it. Serendipity. Being at the right place at the right time, kissing well and biding my time. Isn’t he a lucky guy?

Happy Friday


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?