I’m Pam and the following is a little bit about me.
Certified breast cancer badass, sassy grandma to 4 (with a double shot of twins on the way), and mom to 4 grown-up legends — two of whom are married and living their best lives. I’ve been holding it down with my ride-or-die for over 30 years, and yes — he still makes me laugh, and occasionally eye-roll.
You’ll find us showing off at car shows, raising funds (and a little chaos) for our local veterans, or just cruising through life with the top down and the sass up. I cook like a queen but cleaning? Not in my ministry.
Bookworm alert: I love to read, but don’t even think about borrowing my books. Broken spines? Absolutely not. My collection lives untouched and flawless on my shelves — admired, but never lent.
I have an unholy obsession with planners, journals, memory keeping, and scrapbooking. If it sticks, sparkles, highlights, or writes, I own it — probably in 12 colors. Office supply stores and stationery aisles are my happy place.
And don’t get me started on purses and shoes — because it’s bad. Like, hide-the-credit-card bad. If loving handbags and heels is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
Online shopping is my cardio, my therapy, and my downfall. Amazon and UPS know me by name.
Also a genealogy nerd — give me a family mystery, some old records, and a highlighter, and I’ll have your ancestors mapped out before you can say “fifth cousin twice removed.”
Still standing. Still sparkling. Still the queen of my chaos. Survivor. Matriarch. Organizer of beautiful messes. Proof that life after 50 is not just fierce — it’s fabulous.
