All is Tie-it on the Western Front

Well, the Germans sure were quiet today, at least from a soccer perspective. After smashing 4 past mighty Argentina (mighty in the eyes of Argentina), they looked surprisingly tired today against an older, wiser Spanish team.

Enough soccer blogging…back to ties from here on out. Or at least until the final on Sunday, when I won’t likely be wearing one.

Since I’m late (as my Mom pointed out) with Wednesday’s post, we’ll have to call this the Tie du Yesterday. It was scorching hot on Tuesday, so it was decided that afternoon that Wednesday would be a seersucker day. I informed my boss that he should eschew his seersucker so that we didn’t look like they were filming the new Gone With The Wind musical here in Evanston.

No, no, no, they’re not doing that, at least not as far as I know. What I do know is that “Frankly, Scarlett…” and “Don’t Know Nothin’ ‘Bout Birthin’ No Babies” should never be Broadway songs. Please…

Okay, so, my silk light pink/light blue (looks yellow/blue in the picture, yikes) Tie du Yesterday went well with the ‘sucker. Because of all the stripes going on, I thought it would be a good time to break out one of the few actually solid shirt that I actually own. Too bad I forgot to check the label on the tie, or I’d gladly share. Sheesh, on Tie No. 78, how do I forget that? Age, definitely. Gingko Bilobaaaaa! Helloooo.

I did manage to remember that there is a Guys With Ties element to these here proceedings on this here blog. Last night we (I, the Chamber and the LGM Network committee) hosted an LGM Networking event at Prairie Moon. What does ‘LGM’ stand for, you ask? I may have already explained this, so sorry. Lawyers, Guns & Money is the name of our networking group that includes lawyers (natch), CPAs, bookkeepers, fund managers, real estate persons, bankers, butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. Okay, I made the last three up.

Anyblahblahblay, Barney Peterson, who’s in sales at the Hilton Orrington, dropped by the Moon for a little bit. Long enough for me to get a snap of his Polo tie…

Luke, Owen T, Owen L, Nicky, Greg

And here’s a good one. I’ve been waiting on this one for a while. For the past few summers, my good friend Sara and her son, Nicky (who’s in Julia’s grade at school) have hosted a boys’ night in. It’s a dinner party, and the invitees are required to dress up. Here are the fellas, looking their best, and sportin’ some great ties.

And, while I’m on the subject of boys in Julia’s class, I may as well share my philosophy on their growing into the teen years alongside my precious daughter. I tell them to enjoy the nice guy I am now, because as long as I remember how my mind worked from 13 thru 18 (or didn’t), I’ll know what they’re thinking. I can hear my hairs turning gray right now, and I practice my “You-Make-Her-Cry-I-Make-You-Cry” speech (with accompanying face) almost weekly. I’m watching you, Wazowski, always watching. Who am I kidding? I talk mighty tough, but when it comes down to it, Julia will out-toughtalk me, and will get her way. Sproing! Another gray. Great.

Thanks for reading…Brooke


One Response to “All is Tie-it on the Western Front”

  1. Sara Wade Says:

    omfg, i made it at last. my knees are shaking.

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