CTR

CTR is shorthand for “choose the right.” It’s a Mormon mantra I learned in my kidhood. It has served me well throughout my life to take that extra few seconds to ask myself, “What’s the right thing to do?” Sometimes even a loud, red Tie o’ the Day like this one can have a tough time deciding what’s right and what’s wrong. Decisions can get complicated when real-life context comes into play. However, I do believe sometimes there is an obvious right and an even obvious-er wrong.

For example, at the grocery store, I came across this new twist on an already perfect candy bar, and I was shocked and appalled!* Let me be very clear: POTATO CHIPS IN A REESE’S PEANUT BUTTER CUP IS WRONG!!!!! It is a sacrilege to both the potato chips and the Reese’s. What kind of person thought this debauched confection was “right” for the world? I am certain that nobody associated with the production, distribution, and marketing of this ill-conceived concoction is going to any Heaven I’ve ever heard of! The very existence of such a candy bar defies common sense. Those consumers who partake of this monstrosity will pay for their sin by experiencing their own digestive Hell as they eat it! Can you hear me?

Now, I know we each probably have at least one weird food combination in our own palate’s repertoire—and that’s ok. As far as I’m concerned those odd taste proclivities are personal and should remain behind closed doors. To publicly sully a candy perfection like a Reese’s is sinful. Likewise, a potato chip is equally sanctified in its own salty perfection, too. Don’t be gluttonous and mess with perfection! Enjoy the perfect state of both goodies, but not in the same treat. Together, they ruin each other. Some goodies work together, but some combinations result in degradation. It is my snacky opinion that this mix is “wrong.” Somebody wasn’t paying attention in Primary when they were supposed to be learning their CTR. Here, “right” matters.

End of rant.🤠

* “shocked and appalled” is meant for Jane E. Holman, who I hope remembers why we laughed at the phrase decades ago.

A Grace In Time

Tie o’ the Day is worn by the amazing President Travis. I am proud to call him my nephew for many reasons, one of which is that he regularly wears classy ties. Here, his choice o’ tie echoes the Divine Miss Gracie’s dress. Gracie’s face shows how much she adores her dandy daddy. Her school picture says she’s ready to take on the world of academia. I love these people.

Rudolph and I Both Have Red Noses Today

Here I am in my fave pajama bottoms. The Grinch is one of my fave fictional characters. I generally like villains in stories, especially if they eventually see the error of their ways and decide to try to make bigly changes in themselves accordingly. When I read fiction or watch movies, or just watch actual human beings live, I am usually drawn to shady characters with struggling souls. They are the ultimate underdogs. They are usually trouble incarnate. They certainly aren’t boring. I secretly cheer for them to gain enough scraps of insight to make a choice to rise above their tendencies to self-destruct. Whether causing harm to themselves and/or others, the fight is on to define what higher/lower principles the character is—or is not—made of. Causing harm to the self or causing harm to others are, inevitably, the same thing. In the end, everybody involved with a villain is somehow injured. Everybody gets “schooled,” as they say. Which means everybody involved gets taught a valuable lesson. We read it. We see it. We can tell someone else what the lesson of a story is.

But do we apply the lesson to ourselves? Do we benefit from it and learn it deeply, for use in the fight for our own souls? I’d like to say that we do. And sometimes, some people do take a lesson or two to heart. They incorporate lessons learned by others into their lives—moving seemingly easily from one wise choice to the next. But so often, we like to read these stories and watch these stories on tv or at the movies—then leave any valuable lessons the story might conveniently offer us right where we found them.

A lot of us are kinda dopey in this respect: We seem to prefer to make our own mistakes, despite any lessons we’ve watched other people—fictional or human—make and learn from, throughout all of history. In fact, as I’m thinking more about it right at this moment, it seems to me that many of us are downright very, very, very dopey. Hopelessly dopey, in fact. We make the same dang mistakes over and over even in our own lives, as if human beings are brand new here on the planet and haven’t learned a bloody thing. We’re ridiculous. We’re so ridiculous that writers and artists continue to look at us and see even more stories to write about the absurdity of our continual refusal to learn from our mistakes. They write books and tv shows and movies about us making bad choices—stories which we pay bigly bucks to read, watch, and NOT LEARN FROM. This evidence suggests we are addicts, hooked on our mistakes. We must like our mistakes. We’d rather make monstrous mistakes than learn something from anybody who has already learned the lessons from experience. We bark out: “Ain’t nobody gonna show me how to make wise choices!” Perhaps we should reconsider that impulse. Perhaps we should learn. But we’re very dopey dopes—so we won’t.🤠

And that’s the end of my TIE O’ THE DAY’s cynical sermon. 🤓

Mom’s Official Unofficial Daughter

This is a jolly photo of Mom and Judie Curtis, from December of 2017. Judie adores Mom, and Mom adores Judie. They both happen to adore me for some odd unknown reason, so they were pleased to wear a couple of Christmas Ties o’ the Day for this photo—just because I asked them to do it.

We joke that Judie is Mom’s favorite daughter. She checks in with Mom on the phone regularly, visiting her when she gets to Delta. Almost every time I call Mom, she’ll say something like, “I just talked to my friend, Judie!” or “My friend, Judie, was just here!” Judie has been a blessing to Mom for years, which automatically makes her a blessing to me.

Not only do I have my mother’s name for my first name, but my middle name—the name by which my family and most of Delta knows me—is Judie’s mother’s name: Eileen. Judie’s mom was the nurse who took care of Mom in the hospital when I was born. It was a difficult birth, and Mom came near to dying. Mom showed her gratitude for the tender nursing care she received by giving me Eileen’s name. Likewise, Dad showed his gratitude for my successful birth by also giving me Mom’s name—at the very last minute, in my naming blessing, unbeknownst to Mom herself until that very moment. That’s how I became Helen Eileen. And that’s when Judie became my real fake sista.

This Pose

You see me pose like this often when I’m showing off neckties. I like to call it my “bobblehead pose.” It makes my head look bigly, and my chicken legs appear even toothpicky-er than they actually are. It makes my physical outline cartoonish, aside from my attire. But for TIE O’ THE DAY purposes, it is simply a superb pose for highlighting a necktie-type Tie o’ the Day in its full magnificence. This pose keeps a necktie front-and-center in the viewer’s sight. So this pose is not going away anytime soon. Besides, whenever I take the time to set up my little tripod and attach my phone to it—and then I squat-bend down and stick my face up close to the camera lens, it makes me feel sort of like an actual bobblehead. Believe me, it is a silly and funky feeling. It chippers me right up, even if I’m already in a good mood. In short, I must admit that I quite enjoy the bobblehead vibe the pose makes me feel. 🤡

FYI Due to lighting, shadows, and shirt collar issues, the “bobblehead pose” does not always capture the full essence of bow ties nearly as well as it shows off neckties. A bow tie can easily get lost or obscured behind and/or under my chin when I’m striking this pose.

BTW Make sure you take a second to notice this Shirt o’ the Day which is covered in Christmas-themed kitties and doggies.

A Bubbly Annual Christmas Party

We spent the bulk of our Sunday up in O-town, attending a bigly-deal holiday party. It was Suzanne’s Champagne Garden Club’s annual Christmas shindig. All the Garden Gals and their better halves were there. My, how the champagne did flow! It flowed mostly with orange juice in mimosas, as far as I could tell. And then the bubbly gave way to waves of wine. I had armed myself with a six-pack of my own Bud Zero not-beer, for the occasion and not one person poked fun at me about it at all. Bud Zero contains zero alcohol and no zing, but it does have its share of party bubbles. 🥂🍹🍷(These are the Garden Gals’ make-you-tipsy drinks.) 🍺

(Here is my lone, sad, virgin Bud Zero.)My stomach muscles are a wee bit strained today from all of the jolly laughing I did at the party. The house was roaring and chortling for the duration of our celebration, as it always does at these get-togethers. I can attest that there was way too much tasty food in the kitchen, which always assures a fine party. Exciting gifts abounded, too. I received a bee drink coaster and a bee kitchen towel AND a dark blue bow tie which conceals its very own bottle opener inside of it. I also got a funky, whisk-looking head massager for use on my bald head. (Thanks, Garden Gals.) HO, HO, HO! I win! 🎁

FYI: The Tie o’ the Day I wore is 1 of only 2 new additions to my holiday neckwear collection so far this season. Despite my expert tie-shopping tricks, it’s been impossible for me to find any other worthy pieces of holiday neckwear I don’t already own. ☹️ 🎄

Shoppin’ For Christmas Gifties

In my humble estimation, this jumbo holiday Bow Tie o’ the Day is stark and quietly gorgeous. It evokes the chill and darkness of December nights, leading up to Christmas. It reminds me of bringing in shopping bags from the car, under the dark evening sky. In those jolly bags was the resulting haul of newly purchased gifts, after a busy day of seeking out the exactly right present for each name on my personal naughty-or-nice list.

While out shopping for a few X-mas gifts on Saturday evening, I managed to find myself staring up longingly at a certain scented candle. The candle scent? Maple glazed donut! I thought seriously about stealing a package of matches from another aisle, and lighting up that candle right there in the store—for my own personal smelling pleasure. But my brain kicked in and promptly overruled the desires of my olfactory sense. I decided I didn’t really like the idea of being arrested for shoplifting a match and creating a public nuisance by arson—just so I could smell the mouth-watering aroma of artificial maple-glazed donuts. I did seriously contemplate it for a flash of a second, though. Alas! I am a failed criminal, yet again. In the end, I did the right thing. I settled for breathing-in the existing odor of the Target store in which I stood. Sometimes I dislike following the straight-and-narrow. 🔥🤡

And Another Ugly Sweater T-shirt

I spent my Friday night on the town at Huntsman Cancer Hospital last night, for one more “last” post-surgery CT Scan. The hospital was good to me throughout my October stay, but I’m sick of seeing the place. In a healthy passive-aggressive fit of fashion, I walked right in through the doors of that hospital with all the COVID-19 I own: my COVID-19 Face Mask o’ the Day. The virus does have a snowflake-ishly festive look to it. I wore another of my pre-printed ugly sweater t-shirts, which wears its own Christmas Tie o’ the Day. God bless us, every one!

It’s A Body Thong Conspiracy

It’s a good thing I still have access to this photo from last Christmas season. I had come up with a swell idea for a new TIE O’ THE DAY selfie for today, in which I once again wore the Rudolph body thong some anonymous reader sent me in the mail a couple of years back. This morning I eagerly headed directly to the Tie Room to retrieve the attire, accessories, and various props I would need for the bigly reindeer thong photo I had promised I’d show you. But for the life of me, I could not find my Rudolph thong. It was not where I usually keep it. The tuxedo thong was there. The tuxedo boxers were there. But the Rudolph thong was nowhere to be found.

I suspected foul play immediately. I suspected a devilish, war-on-Christmas interloper had somehow breached the sanctity of the Tie Room for the sole purpose of stealing my fabulously awkward Rudolph thong. I even got thinking that Suzanne might have accidentally-on-purpose snuck into the Tie Room and gotten rid of my jingly garment, in order to prevent me from ever wearing it on TIE O’ THE DAY for y’all ever again.

Normally, Suzanne’s cool with my over-the-top fashion shenanigans, but I have always suspected this particular festive fashion gift of reindeeer-thong-from-a-stranger crossed the line for her by about eight country miles. I can understand how she might feel like that. However, whatever mystery has befallen my dear deer thong, I resolve to find it—no matter who is ultimately to blame for stealing it from me in the first place. I will indeed show off a new photo of me in my Rudolph thong for y’all before the end of this Christmas season. Mark my words! 🦌