Say It Isn’t So! Another Santa/Silly/Serendipity/Shenanigan Moment?

So, my silly Santa post from Wednesday. Wasn’t that a hoot? *she says as she slaps her knee like it’s 1942*

Back in the olden days when the pan-freaking-demic started I was on a mission to organize and downsize my boxes of photos. I found ScanMyPhotos.com and I began to go through boxes and boxes of old photos to send to them for the scanning process. Could I have done all this myself on my janky scanner/fax/printer? Yes. But it would have taken all of 2020 and I had puzzles to do and cholesterol numbers to raise.

A few months later when my boxes came back with my little thumb drives and a cd/DVD disc, there was also a small pile of pics that were marked TOO THICK to scan. Hey, listen, I’m trying to lose weight so get off my back about my thickness.

It was my intention to scan this small pile of pics myself at some point, but I think we all know what happened. They sat ON TOP of my printer for 3 months. Yesterday I grabbed the pile to scan and just three pictures in I found GOLD! *she shouts to no one in particular*

Do you remember the stoned/creepy looking Santa? Well, Coach also SAT ON HIS LAP THE SAME YEAR! Turns out we crossed santas paths two years in a row. I mean, can it be more obvious that he had a thing for me? Coach, not Santa. Please Lawd NOT SANTA!

So, lets recap.

1969 first stalking.

Suz makes a production, but the Coach might still be interested; he’s up for a challenge.

Second stalking 1970.

Suzanne is now acting properly (bribery does work) and the Coach has his Santa list with him. Guess what was on his list: FIND A WIFE WHO CAN BE BRIBED.

I think Santa was two sheets to the wind for Mark and I, but had cleaned up his act or it was too early when Coach and my future BIL visited him. I’m was kind of pissed that I didn’t get to bring my Santa List, but also pleased that I still got my Barbie Dream home because I didn’t even know how to write at this point, so, what list?

Oh my goodness. This was fun for me. I’ve got another Christmas from the past post for next week that I think you’ll enjoy. I mean, if you enjoy seeing my insane childhood, realizing I could be much more insane than I am, well, then you’ll enjoy it.

Have a great weekend! XOXO

Our Art/Science/Lets Aggravate Each Other/Cheesy Project

Way back in May of this year, I purchased what I thought to be the cheesiest of anniversary gifts for the Coach and I. Turns out, it might be the coolest AND cheesiest gift. I still can’t decide.

I’m not sure where on the internet I had read about it, but someone out there shared their Luna Bean Hands project and I thought, well, this is kind of weird, a little creepy and unusual. SOLD!

The container sat on my laundry room table for months and months. Finally a few days before our last trek up to GA, I said: We need to do this plaster project before one of us loses a hand or worse, dies. There’s nothing to prompt us to finish a project like impending death or dismemberment.

We waited until Kelly was here to mediate guide us through our science project. It was pretty simple with specific directions; mix this with this, then add that, put your hands in the goop, and keep checking that it’s drying, but also YouTube. What did we do before YouTube?

It literally did take 3 people to do this and the funniest part while we were making this memento of our love and life together, we both became extremely annoyed with each other. Ok, maybe I was JUST ANNOYED AT HIM. He didn’t think I had my hand IN the plaster properly and was pissing me off gently asking me to stop wiggling. Hey, I had to SIT STILL FOR AT LEAST 4 MINUTES STRAIGHT; it was hard for me.

We were pleasantly surprised by how well this turned out; talk about instant satisfaction.

You can see every wrinkle on our hands. Why didn’t we do this on our wedding night?

Get your minds out of the gutter, our hands people! Think of how young and fresh our hands were 29 years ago.

And just so you believe that I was being abused held tightly, see the tugging of my skin? You guys are on my side, right?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, I present to you exhibit A.

There are a few areas that could be cleaned up/dug out, but I don’t want to mess with it and take a chance on having to redo it in 2020.

I did a little video so you can see all the wrinkles details. Don’t mind the washer and dryer in the background, Cinderella has a job to do.

Do you happen to remember when my husband refused to do the DNA ancestry test because he thought the government might try to frame him for something? Well, lookie here, I now have his fingerprints! I’ll hang that over his head for eternity because that is true love.

Lauren and Linds: Guess what you get to fight over after we’re gone?

Honestly, I think this is such a wonderful idea. I wish I had the hands of all my people who have passed on.

Well, NOT their ACTUAL hands.

It would have been sweet to do this with our girls when they were little; the four of us. Right? Then again, there would have been four of us wiggling and arguing and the Coach can only squeeze one hand at a time.

Can anyone fess up to topping this level of cheese factor?

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…

He.is.so.lucky.

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.

XOXO