Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
I wore my glasses Bow Tie o’ the Day so I could see every cool detail on my ride-along with a Davis County Deputy Sheriff last night. Unfortunately, there were a bunch of things I wasn’t allowed to photograph at the Sheriff’s Office. You can see I was allowed to take a picture of the potty room before my deputy and I hit the road. I lucked out with this guy. He was a canine cop! Yay for me! The dog’s name is Rony. Stay tuned. 🚨 🚔
Bow Tie o’ the Day is in the mood to divulge one of my secrets: I accentuate my gray hairs occasionally. I like the look, and I’m absolutely proud of my gray hairs. I’ve been through challenging things in my life, and so I’ve earned each and every strand o’ gray. They are like scars and wrinkles: they tell true tales of strength. They aren’t just about age. They are visual evidence of perseverance and triumph over struggle. How do I gray up my hairs? Baby powder. 👵🏻
I’m wearing Bow Tie o’ Halloween in this pic I recently found hiding in an old box. We were in 6th grade, and heading out to trick-or-treat. My Shirt o’ that Day is from my first concert– Elton John. I never had a bestie. I kinda hung with any group that would have me, but I was usually with one of these gals. Going from the left of me is Brenda Lowder, Sharon Rowlette, Shaunda Morrill, Terilyn Anderson, Vicky Farthing(?), Vicki Bishop, and LeAnn Sorensen. Real pals.
This Bow Tie o’ the Day exudes clash fashion possibilities. Adding a checked Shirt o’ the Day to Bow Tie is the clash-sprinkles on top. You’ll note I’ve been wearing my bigly, butterfly-style bow ties a lot recently. They tend to effortlessly bounce right out at spectators, so they receive more smiles than other kinds of my bow ties. In Farmington today, the bicycling LDS missionaries– waiting by me and Hombre at a red light– took time to praise Bow Tie. I told ’em it’s my Liahona. 🦋 🚲
Yesterday’s Church Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of my bow ties which hogs the spotlight. It begged to be in a second post today. I like to keep the bow ties/ties content, so I spoil them as much as I spoil Skitter. Despite being spoiled beyond belief, none of my neckwear is bratty or snotty or naughty. But it’s certainly all knotty. My little friends often explore beyond the Tie Room, and I find them in the oddest places: Rearview mirror. Dog crate. TV remote. Chandelier. 😲
Church Bow Tie o’ the Day took a mellow Sunday drive to my nephew, Bishop Travis’, ward in Provo. My Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless and I are joined here by Travis’s wife, Collette. These are two of the kindest, most big-hearted women I know. I spent so much time with my much older SWWTRN when I was young that some people thought she was my mother. And Collette? There aren’t words for how happy she makes Travis. And how happy she makes us. Collette’s a keeper. 🌺
Bow Ties o’ the Day send praise and gratitude to mothers and caregivers of mothers. If you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing Mom, I’m sure you consider yourself touched by effervescence, humor, and charity. She’s good people. Since she decided to break her hip almost a year ago, she moved from Delta to St. George, where she lives with my brother and his wife– Ron and Marie. I celebrate them today. They are the exact caregivers Mom needs to have mothering her right now. Thanks, bro. 👑 👑 👑
So I’m just goin’ along, havin’ a pj day… doing a chore here, a chore there. Doing the dishes, eating a bowl of ice cream (yes, it’s a chore😉), going through old photos, etc.. And lo and behold! Bow Tie o’ the Day shows up in this picture of teenage me, running around the DHS stage, doing my act on an assembly. Why the kneepads? I dunno. But they look groovy. Bow Tie’s more proof I was pre-ordained to collect neckwear. Wish I still had that vest. 😺
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I send birthday joy to Katie Poulsen. It’s a chilly, long-sleeve day, so Cufflinks o’ the Day can present her with two slices o’ birthday cake. Katie was an across-the-street, Delta neighbor. We only had a couple of actual conversations, although we waved at each other daily for years. Good neighbors don’t have to be best friends. But I know her family would have helped mine if I ever needed something. I hope they felt the same about me. 🎂 🎈 Celebrate, Katie!
As P!NK was flyin’, swingin’, and flippin’ high across the arena last night, Suzanne gave me and Bow Tie o’ the Concert “the look.” She knows me well and tolerates my eccentricities. She’s even amused by them. I keep her on her toes. I’m a trip. But sometimes she’s simply mystified by my antics. Hence, “the look.” Her “look” here is not too extreme. But whenever I get the bigly, “watch-yourself look,” I try especially hard to behave. Frankly, I’m surprised Suzanne doesn’t throw me “the look” 24/7/365. 🙄