Category: Bow Ties

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And Now, Back To Our Regular Programming


I guess I lived. 👍 (Huntsman stories ahead.) Bow Tie o’ the Day presents the jewelry my tummy got in surgery: a mesmerizing 7-inch-long, 16-staple piece o’ bling. It was legendary hospital-wide for its perky perfection. Docs and nurses who weren’t even mine came to gander at its glory. Apparently, my closed incision was the textbook-proper shade of pink, and its precision-spaced staples were to die for. Of course, you and I know it was really Bow Tie’s charisma that kept the medical audience filing past my bed. 📎
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I’m The Bionic Woman. The Really Tired Bionic Woman.

BowTie o’ the Day is feeling groggy and in pain. I was off my mark when I figured I’d be able to post and/or help Suzanne post for me immediately after my operation. I was so wrong. I have hardly felt up to blinking. Surgery went as well as it could have. Kudos to Doc Mulvihill, even though he didn’t let me wear my bow tie during surgery. Suzanne’s taking fine care of me in the aftermath of my Hanky Panky travails. I miss Skitter.

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CTR Always Wins

Not all decisions are difficult. Bow Tie Money Clip o’ the Day looking out for Mom is a no-brainer. I needed Hanky Panky surgery three years ago, but that’s when Mom’s health declined bigly. I had to choose. I spent the next two years mostly in Delta, with Mom. My Hanky Panky had to wait. The SMART choice isn’t always the same as the RIGHT choice. I’ve got no regrets that I chose the RIGHT, instead of the SMART. But Hanky Panky’s got no choices anymore: it needs its turn.⚖

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Packed And Waiting For Uber

A day early, Neckwear o’ the Week-Or-So is packed. Toothbrush, sleep boxers, and socks, too. That’s it.  What else does a girl need to haul with her, to get a few organs/pieces removed? FYI! TIE O’ THE DAY continues. Suzanne’ll aid me in posting. Stay tuned for vacation hijinks (tie-jinks?) from Huntsman Beach, where I’ll lounge on my bow tie beach towel. I’ll build sand ties. I’ll keep my ear buds full o’ vacay tunes, so I can groove to all the bipolar voices singing inside my head. 😹 😺

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I Vote, Therefore I Can Question

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I hauled our civic-minded butts to the nearest polling place to cast our vote. And we didn’t do it just to get this swell sticker to wear around all day. Our other task today was to head to the clinic to get a billion vials of blood drawn. They drew 9 vials, I kid you not. And they also wrapped my wrist with a band I have to wear until I’m discharged from the hospital. BTW The wristband and the VOTED sticker get along fabulously.

 

 

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The Bow Tie Makes The Girl

Feather Bow Tie o’ the Day adds dash to the cover of this serious– but quite ridiculous– 1963 book of instructions for becoming the right kind of girl. I didn’t know all these complicated must-do’s before I perused the book. I kinda feel lucky I was clueless. For example, I’m glad I didn’t know that Prom is the most important event of a girl’s life. And I’m particularly happy I didn’t know a girl should wash her hair only twice a month. Does that make me a failure at girl-dom? 💅 👗 👛 👠 👡 👢 🛁

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My Fake Little Brother

I wish I’d worn Bow Tie o’ the Day that day. 🙃 Bishop Travis and I grew up more like siblings than like aunt and nephew. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I scheduled my surgery. In 2013, Trav received a pancreas and kidney transplant.  He carries both the blessings and the burdens of his life being saved as a result of another family’s tragedy. My surgery doesn’t compare to his. But my surgery research says I’ll likely get an identical scar. Siblings-in-scars, forever! 〰 😷 There’s a cape for that. 😉

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Loved And Distracted

Bishop Travis and his First Lady, Collette, invited me and Bow Tie o’ the Day to see the documentary, WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?. Of course, it’s about Mr. Rogers, which means it’s about the worth and dignity of each of us– regardless of rank, bank account, last name, etc.. You know– about all those simple, yet profound, human truths. I hied to SLC to meet Trav and Co at the theatre, and they surprised me by wearing bow ties. The entire time. My surgery apprehensions magically disappeared. 😃

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Compelled To Proclaim It

Bow Tie o’ the Day exudes affection– for Suzanne, who I am infinitely grateful for. Suzanne is the coolest, smartest, funniest, silliest, kindest, cutest, patient-est, generous-est, surprising-est person I’ve ever met. We probably all think the same about the person we love. In fact, it occurs to me that if you don’t feel those things about your person, you shouldn’t be hooked-up with them at all. Don’t settle for anyone except your soulmate. I didn’t. I married up, as they say. I got beyond what I deserve.

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Tabula Tie-rasa

I’m the one in Bow (Tie) o’ the Day in my kindergarten class photo. It’s sort of a Colonel Sanders-esque bow tie. Again, it’s proof my love for every species of tie was born early. You can’t tell, but I am wearing a dress. Mom made all my dresses, cuz store-bought dresses tended to not have pockets, and I could not abide not having pockets. I was not happy if I couldn’t carry pencils, pens, a small notebook, Chapstick and Lemonheads– the basics of my entire life.