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 MIL Moved in with Us — I Found Her Showing a Strange Sign In the Window Every Night
When Rosa’s mother-in-law, Victoria, moved in to help care for her five-year-old granddaughter, life seemed to be falling into place. But late at night, Victoria’s strange hand gestures in the window revealed a secret Rosa never saw coming. A secret that would change their lives forever.
I thought having Victoria move in with us would be a win-win where Clara would get to spend more time with her grandma, and I could finally get back to work.
But as the days passed, little things about Victoria started to feel off.
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Life hadn’t always been easy, but it had been good.
I had a loving husband, Mark, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter, Clara, who brought light into every corner of our lives.
Mark worked hard to provide for us, and although money had been tight lately, we always found a way to make things work.
Victoria, my mother-in-law, had always been part of that “good” life.
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She was kind, helpful, and never the stereotypical meddling mother-in-law you’d hear horror stories about.
From the day Mark and I got married, she welcomed me with open arms, treating me more like a daughter than an in-law.
Victoria had faced her share of heartache. She lost her husband five years ago, just a year after Mark and I got married.
I still remember how devastated she was during that time. She tried to stay strong for Mark, but you could see the sadness in her eyes.
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Honestly, it wasn’t easy for any of us, but things started to look up when Clara was born.
Victoria had always dreamed of being a grandmother, and Clara’s arrival brought her a joy I hadn’t seen in years. She even moved in with us for a few months to help me navigate the chaos of being a first-time mom.
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Those months were some of the best of my life. She was supportive, loving, and full of wisdom I didn’t even know I needed.
As the years passed, Clara grew into a bright, energetic little girl who was the center of all our lives. She had a way of lighting up any room she walked into, and we adored her. But as much as I loved being a stay-at-home mom, I knew it was time for a change.
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Clara had started school, and with our finances tighter than ever, I decided it was time to go back to work.
When I brought up the idea to Victoria, she surprised me with an offer I hadn’t even considered.
“I could move in again,” she said one afternoon over tea. “It’d be easier for you to get back to work if someone’s here to take care of Clara. I’d love the company, too.”
The idea immediately appealed to me. It felt like the perfect solution.
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Clara would have her grandmother around, I could focus on restarting my career, and Victoria wouldn’t be lonely at her place.
When I talked it over with Mark, he was fully on board.
“It’s a great idea,” he said, smiling. “Mom loves Clara, and she’ll love having a reason to be busy.”
And just like that, we made the arrangements.
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A few weeks later, Victoria moved back into our home, just like she had when Clara was a baby. I was excited about the change and confident it was the best move for everyone.
What I didn’t expect was how her arrival would bring a wave of strangeness into our lives. The strange, small moments made me question whether I truly knew the woman I had welcomed into my home.
At first, it was nothing. Just little things that I brushed off as quirks. But as the days turned into weeks, Victoria’s behavior started to feel odd.
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One evening, I walked into Clara’s room to find Victoria kneeling by the toy chest. Her hands were moving quickly, rummaging through the pile of stuffed animals, dolls, and building blocks.
“Everything okay?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh, just organizing,” she said without looking up.
Her tone was casual, but something about the way she avoided my gaze didn’t sit right with me.
The next morning, Clara was inconsolable.
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“Where’s Bun-Bun?” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Bun-Bun, her favorite stuffed bunny, was nowhere to be found. I turned the house upside down looking for it, checking under beds, behind cushions, and even in the washing machine.
But I couldn’t find it.
A few days later, I was walking past Victoria’s room when something caught my eye. There, perched neatly on her dresser, was Bun-Bun.
I picked it up and walked into the living room, where Victoria was sipping her tea.
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“I found this in your room,” I said, holding up the bunny.
“Oh, yes,” she said with a smile. “I borrowed it to fix a tear.”
I examined the bunny.
“I don’t see any tear,” I said.
“Well, it was very small.”
The explanation didn’t sit right with me, but I decided to let it go. Maybe she had good intentions.
But then there were the pictures.
Victoria started taking photos of Clara constantly. Not just cute candid moments but posed shots.
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She’d ask Clara to change into different outfits, sometimes even ones she hadn’t worn in months.
“Smile, sweetie,” she’d say, clicking away on her phone.
One afternoon, I caught her sending one of the photos to someone.
“Who are you sending these to?” I asked casually.
“An old friend,” she said with a shrug.
“Who?” I pressed.
“Oh, just someone I’ve reconnected with recently,” she said, avoiding my eyes.
Her vagueness made me uneasy.
What kind of friend needed so many pictures of my daughter?
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The strangest thing, though, was what she did every night by the window.
At exactly 9:00 p.m., without fail, Victoria would stand in front of the living room window and make a hand gesture. It looked like she was flashing a “cool” sign and moving it slightly back and forth.
At first, I thought she might be stretching, but the motion seemed too deliberate. One night, I asked her about it.
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“What’s that gesture you’re doing at the window?”
She laughed. “Oh, just stretching my hand out. It gets stiff sometimes.”
But it didn’t look like stretching to me.
I told Mark about it, hoping he’d share my concern.
“You’re overthinking things,” he said, shaking his head. “Mom’s just quirky. You know that.”
I tried to let it go, but the unease gnawed at me.
Who was this “old friend”? Why was she so secretive? And what was she really doing at the window every night?
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The breaking point came when I didn’t see her do the gesture one night.
Honestly, I felt relieved. I thought whatever she was doing had stopped. But then, as I passed Clara’s room on my way to bed, I heard Victoria’s voice through the door.
She was reading Clara a bedtime story. I paused to listen, smiling at the sweet moment. But then she said something that made me freeze.
“Now it’s time for that surprise I told you about,” Victoria whispered. “Let’s get dressed, and remember, Mom doesn’t need to know.”
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What surprise was she talking about? And why was she keeping it a secret?
Cracking the door open just enough to see, I watched as Victoria helped Clara into her coat.
I stood frozen as they quietly slipped out the back door.
This can’t be happening, I thought and immediately bolted after them.
“Victoria! Stop!” I shouted.
She jumped, startled, and Clara clung to her hand, looking confused.
“Mommy?” Clara’s small voice broke through the tension.
Before I could say another word, I noticed a man standing at the edge of the driveway, just beyond the glow of our porch light.
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He was older, maybe in his sixties, with a calm but unreadable expression. He didn’t move or speak.
Just stood there watching us.
“What is going on here?” I demanded.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Victoria stammered. “We were just—”
“What’s happening?” Mark intervened. “And who’s that?”
He’d just come running from the house after hearing me scream. Victoria couldn’t hide her secret any longer after seeing her son.
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“This… this is Richard,” she said as tears trickled down her cheeks. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Mark and I stared at her, stunned.
“Boyfriend?” Mark repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. “Mom, what are you talking about?”
Victoria took a deep breath as she wiped tears off her cheeks.
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” she began. “Your father’s been gone for five years, and I… I’ve been lonely. Richard and I met a while ago, but I was scared you wouldn’t understand.”
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“He’s deaf and doesn’t speak,” she continued as her gaze landed on me. “So, we’ve been using sign language to communicate. The gesture you saw in the window? It means ‘tomorrow.’ It’s how I’d let him know when it was safe to come by.”
I blinked, trying to process her words. “Safe to come by for what?”
“For this,” she said, gesturing toward Clara. “He’s been wanting to meet you guys and Clara for months, but I wasn’t ready to tell you about him. Clara overheard me talking about him to a friend once, and she got curious. Tonight, she asked if she could meet him, and I thought…” Her voice cracked. “I thought it might be okay if I introduced them quietly.”
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Mark ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident.
“Mom, you couldn’t have just told us? Did you really think sneaking out in the middle of the night with Clara was the right way to handle this?”
Richard stepped forward, his hands moving in slow, deliberate gestures. Victoria translated it for us.
“He says he’s sorry,” she revealed. “He didn’t mean to cause any trouble. He just wanted to meet the people who mean the most to me. And he wanted to give Clara something special.”
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She glanced at Richard, who nodded, encouraging her to explain.
“That’s why I took Bun-Bun,” she said, looking at me apologetically. “Richard’s been working on sewing Clara a handmade stuffed bunny to match it. He needed Bun-Bun as a reference. And the pictures I was taking? He’s been designing little outfits for the bunny that match Clara’s clothes.”
I stared at her, speechless. All the strange behavior, the missing bunny, the endless photos, the secret hand signs suddenly made sense.
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“Mom, you could’ve just told us,” Mark said softly. “You didn’t need to hide all of this.”
“I know,” she said, wiping away tears. “I was afraid of how you’d react. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I crouched down to Clara’s level, brushing her hair out of her face.
“You scared me, sweetheart,” I said softly. “Next time, let’s talk about surprises before sneaking out, okay?”
She nodded, her small arms wrapping around my neck. “Okay, Mommy.”
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We invited Richard inside that night, and as awkward as it was at first, it didn’t take long for Clara to warm up to him. She proudly showed him her toys while Victoria translated his gestures. He seemed kind, thoughtful, and genuinely caring.
True to Victoria’s word, Richard presented Clara with a beautiful handmade stuffed bunny a week later. It was a perfect replica of Bun-Bun, complete with matching clothes that Clara couldn’t wait to wear herself.
Over the next few weeks, Richard became a regular presence in our lives.
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What started as a series of unsettling mysteries ended with our family growing in an unexpected and beautiful way. Victoria learned to trust us with her truths, and we learned to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Sometimes, even the strangest signs point to the most unexpected joys.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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