As a handsome carpenter, Ty Pennington rose to fame; nevertheless, he no longer looks the same. Regretfully, the 58-year-old celebrity has experienced criticism and bullying on social media. He has been dubbed “disgusting,” “fat,” and “gross” by others. Ty finally had enough, and his most recent response to the critics is outstanding.
Several people have fallen in love with Ty Pennington, the host of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, ever since he made an appearance on the well-liked BBC show Trading Spaces, where he worked as a carpenter. Being incredibly talented and attractive, it was no surprise that Ty was asked to host one of the greatest programs for the underprivileged.
Ty was in the spotlight as the show’s host, but being on the set had its costs. He had a hard time finding time for himself.
“I went ten years without seeing my family or a partner. In 2019, he told The Atlanta Constitution, “I would go out again, come home, do laundry.”
“My God! People from the old TV show exclaimed when they saw me. You look fantastic! I slept for a while! I think my appearance has improved significantly from the time I was on the show.
To be honest, Ty wasn’t always interested in being a builder. Instead, he intended to become a graphic designer and worked in construction to help pay for art school. However, his modeling career was derailed by a near-fatal car accident, so he resorted to carpentry.
“My career appeared to take off overnight. Sadly, fate had other ideas. I would be in a terrible vehicle accident only a week later,” he posted on Instagram. “I put my one good headshot on display, grabbed my handy tool bag, and returned to carpentry and construction. I received an audition call for Trading Spaces nine years later, and the rest is history.
He first made his Hollywood debut as a set designer for Nicholas Cage’s 1995 picture Leaving Las Vegas, but it wasn’t until he appeared as a builder on Trading Spaces—the show that upended preconceived notions about home remodeling—that he became well-known.
Ty moved on to other endeavors when Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, which had won him two Prime Time Emmy Awards, was canceled back in 2011. He appeared on The Revolution, an ABC chat show, and then On The Menu and American Diner Revival, two cookery programs. In addition, he launched a design store in Los Angeles. In addition to participating in the third season of Deluxe Corporation’s Small Business Revolution: Main Street, Ty renovated Trading Spaces in 2018. He was seen hosting Battle on the Beach most recently.
He wasn’t asked to return to Extreme Makeover: Home Edition when the show recently aired again, but he insisted there are no ill will or ill blood.
Ty currently hosts the program Rock the Block and serves as a mentor and design consultant on HGTV’s Battle on the Beach.
In November 2021, Ty tied the knot with 33-year-old Kellee Merrell, a social media manager. He announced the wonderful news on Instagram by sharing a picture with the remark, “It’s the ‘yes’ for me,” and proposed to her with a stunning tea-drop-shaped diamond ring.
Although they have known each other for a long time, they didn’t begin dating until last year when they happened to cross paths.
“I’ve long admired Kellee from a distance. Ty told People, “She’s a beautiful person on the inside and out.”
Fortunately, the proper moment finally came for our paths to cross. It’s one of those situations where being with someone makes you feel content. She altered my perception of marriage, which I had never held. I’m happy I held out for the one.
After several viewers pointed out that he no longer had a six-pack, the host shared a humorous video of him from the beach last year with his shorts hiked up to his stomach. He also remarked that “he was pushing his stomach out.”
“What was an honest moment of just trying to make my wife laugh, was then picked apart by strangers- with a lot of views, comes a lot of hate!” he said in a lengthy Instagram post titled “Thoughts on Aging,” in response to the criticism. Remarks such as “gross,” “disgusting,” “grandpa,” “he got fat,” “omg he’s so old now,” etc.And I pondered whether I would receive the same remarks if I was still in good health. “Maybe we should extend the same grace to men as we do to women? There has been such a force behind accepting all shapes and sizes and aging in the female community, which is AWESOME (keep it coming),” he said.
Of course, he was much younger than he is now when he made his television debut.
“Every day, I get a ton of comments like, ‘NOOOo, what happened to him????’ The other day, I heard someone say, “lack of exercise,” which I hope was accurate! Seven days a week, I work out harder than I have ever worked out in my life (this over 50 sh*t is no joke). It’s been 22 years since my television debut, so here’s what occurred! He penned. “No, I don’t have a six pack or a gorgeous head of hair with frosted tips anymore, but at 57 years old, I’ve never been happier! I do, however, have wisdom, empathy, and life lessons! All of this is to indicate, nevertheless, that I am a human being with feelings. Yes, I am older, but that’s kind of cool, in my opinion.
In our opinion, he looks fantastic.
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My In-Laws Never Invite Me to Family Dinners – I Was Shocked to Find Out Why
Laura never felt quite at home with her in-laws until a misunderstanding about a “smell” at a family dinner led to a humorous yet eye-opening revelation.
Ever since marrying Mark, I’ve felt like a stranger to his family. His parents, the Harrisons, hold regular family dinners that I’m seldom invited to. Mark always goes alone, returning with excuses that do little to comfort me. “They didn’t think you’d be interested,” or “It was a last-minute plan,” he’d say.
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But deep down, I couldn’t shake off the rejection. I needed to belong, to show that I cared about being part of their lives. So, I made a decision that Sunday: I would go to their next dinner uninvited. To soften my unexpected arrival, I baked a batch of my best brownies. It felt like the perfect icebreaker.
Carrying the warm tray of brownies, I stood at the front door of the Harrison home, my heart pounding in my chest. The house, a large, elegantly maintained Victorian, always seemed imposing to me.
The Harrison’s house | Source: Midjourney
Mark had told me stories of his childhood here, playing in the lush garden and climbing the big oak tree in the backyard. But to me, it was like a fortress guarding family secrets I wasn’t privy to.
I rang the doorbell, smoothing down my dress nervously. After a few moments, Mrs. Harrison opened the door. Her expression shifted from surprise to a constrained smile. “Laura! What a surprise… please, come in,” she said, stepping aside. Her voice was polite, but I sensed a hesitation.
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As I entered, the smell of roasted meat filled the air. The house was buzzing with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. I moved through the foyer into the living room where the family gathered. Everyone paused as I entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and discomfort. “I brought some brownies,” I said, trying to sound cheerful as I held up the tray.
“Oh, how lovely,” Mrs. Harrison remarked, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. The others murmured their thanks, eyeing the brownies but continuing their conversations. I felt an air of tension, as if my presence had thrown off a delicate balance.
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I tried to mingle, complimenting the home, asking about work and recent vacations. But each conversation felt strained, the responses polite but brief. Something was off, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Despite my best efforts to blend in and be part of the family, I still felt like an outsider looking in.
A few days after the dinner, I decided it was time to address what I believed was an uncomfortable truth about my presence in the Harrison household. Under the guise of a special announcement, I invited the entire family over to our home.
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“It’s important, and I would really appreciate everyone being there,” I emphasized to Mrs. Harrison over the phone, who reluctantly agreed. The air was thick with nervous anticipation as I prepared for the evening.
On the day, as the Harrisons arrived, I could feel my heart racing. I greeted each family member with a warm but tense smile. The living room was filled with a mixture of curious and apprehensive faces as everyone settled in. Mark looked at me, puzzled by the formality I had infused into the evening.
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“Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice slightly shaking. “I have something special to share with you today.” I then presented the gift basket filled with various scented items.
“I thought this might help with the smell issue so I can be more welcome at your gatherings,” I said, my tone a mix of sincerity and defensiveness.
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The room fell silent. Faces turned from puzzled to shocked. Mrs. Harrison’s mouth fell open slightly, and Mr. Harrison’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. Mark’s gaze darted from the basket to me, his confusion evident.
“Smell issue? Laura, what are you talking about?” Mrs. Harrison finally broke the silence, her voice a mixture of concern and bewilderment.
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I swallowed hard, realizing the conversation was not going the way I had anticipated. “Last time at your house, I overheard talk about a problematic smell… I thought it was about me,” I confessed, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
Mr. Harrison cleared his throat and exchanged a glance with his wife. “Laura, I’m so sorry you felt that way, but you misunderstood. It’s not about you personally. It’s your perfume.” He looked genuinely apologetic. “I have severe allergies to certain fragrances, and your perfume happens to trigger my allergies. We never wanted to upset you.”
Mrs. Harrison talks to Laura | Source: Midjourney
The room was quiet for a moment before I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Relief washed over me, mingled with a deep embarrassment. “I wish I had known sooner,” I muttered, a faint smile breaking through the awkward tension.
Mrs. Harrison approached me, her expression softened. “This is all a big misunderstanding. We should have communicated better. We’re truly sorry for not being upfront about it,” she said, reaching out to take my hand.
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We all shared a moment of collective realization about the importance of clear communication. Mark stepped closer, putting his arm around me, his presence reassuring. Apologies and expressions of regret flowed more freely now, and the evening slowly shifted from uncomfortable revelations to heartfelt conversations.
By the time the night ended, the air had cleared in more ways than one. I felt a renewed sense of connection with the Harrisons, grounded in honesty and a mutual willingness to understand each other better. We agreed to keep the lines of communication open to prevent such misunderstandings in the future.
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After that night, things changed for the better. We all saw how crucial it is to communicate openly. I switched to hypoallergenic products to not trigger Mr. Harrison’s allergies.
This small change made a big difference. Gradually, I felt more included in family events. The Harrisons made sure I felt welcome, and I started enjoying our gatherings.
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We set up a family group chat, where we now share everything from day-to-day updates to plans for upcoming events. Everyone makes an effort to be clear and open about what’s going on. It’s such a relief to feel that I am finally a real part of Mark’s family.
Grocery Store Cashier Asked Me a Question – I Thought He Revealed My Husband’s Cheating, but the Reality Left Me Stunned
Margaret’s routine grocery trip turned life-changing after a cashier’s remark. Was her husband hiding a secret baby, or was the truth more heartwarming?
Every Thursday marks the highlight of my week—a simple, predictable trip to the grocery store. At 45, I find a strange comfort in the familiar aisles, the routine helping ground me in what has been a largely uneventful life.
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My husband, Daniel, and I have been married for twenty years. It’s been a quiet journey, filled with mutual understanding and acceptance, especially after we came to terms with not being able to have children. Our life together is comfortable, perhaps mundane to some, but it suits us perfectly.
This Thursday started like any other, but as I placed my groceries on the conveyor belt, a young cashier I hadn’t seen before struck up a conversation. “How’s the baby doing? Your husband was here last week, asking a lot about baby food allergies,” she said, scanning a box of cereal.
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I paused, my hand on a carton of milk. “I think you must be mistaken. We don’t have a baby,” I replied, the words stiff on my tongue as a wave of confusion washed over me. The cashier, a boy barely out of his teens, looked up, surprised.
“No, I remember him. He asked for hypoallergenic baby formula. He was very specific,” she insisted, pushing my groceries further along.
Shocked Margaret | Source: Midjourney
The drive home was a blur. My mind raced with impossible scenarios. Daniel, my Daniel, involved with someone else? A baby? The thought lodged itself in my chest, heavy and suffocating. We had faced our reality of childlessness together—had he found a way to undo that part of our life without me?
Sleep was elusive that night, and by morning, I was resolute. I needed answers. I couldn’t confront Daniel without knowing the full story. So, I did something I never thought I would—I decided to follow him.
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