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Yikes! Only 12 more days till Christmas.
In reality, Harley's big adventure was on Saturday, but I'm just now getting around to my life that doesn't include ASU football...
So, the story goes:
"Harley, we must find the perfect Christmas tree. Oh where, oh where shall we find such a tree?" I ask of her.
With a wag of her tail, she signals me...and I blindly follow...
We come upon a thicket of rhododendron. I'm sore afraid, but Harley is not. She is a courageous one, that girl...
All the sudden we enter a clearing and are amazed to see a magical land filled with Christmas trees. Harley looks to me and says, "Thou shalt never doubt me again."
"Ok," I reply.
"But which tree possess the qualities we seek, Oh Wise Bitch?" I ask of her.
"Sheesh. Give me a moment to sniff around," she barks back.
Only moments later, Harley has the answer and runs up the gravel. "Eureka, I've found it!"
I regard Harley's choice and my only words are: "Let's get this party started."
And Harley orders nice men to cut our Christmas tree.
As we return home Harley looks at me and sniffs, "You're gonna have to haul the tree back home all by yourself. I did all the other work."
Ok everybody. Sing with me now, "99 ASU fans on my blog, 99 photos of fans , pick one up until she throws up , 99 photos of fans on my blog!"
There are so many things I love about App fans, or at least approximately 18,040 reasons after the Youngstown game. I first have to mention ASU's #1 cheerleader who is as colorful and proud as, well, a Peacock--as in Appalachian State University's chancellor Ken Peacock.
Even my mother likes him.
"Most chancellor's stay put in their boxes taking care of the needs of the rich alumni, he mingles with everyone. He's just awesome," my mother swooned after she watched last night's game on ESPN.
"I know he is, but frankly I admit I have a little crush on Kevin Richardson and Armanti Edwards, " I confess to her.
"Who?" she asked.
Heh. It is my mom, afterall...
So, to give all you ASU fans some love, I took photos of you, especially if you asked me to. If you don't see your photo here you just weren't trying hard enough. You have one more try left....
You will also notice that most ASU fans are ho-ho-ho-ing with signs for ESPN. Oh how I would love for at least someone to have a sigh at the championship game on Friday with at least something about Blue Ridge Blog on it. I would so put your photo on the front of my blog. I realize I'm dreaming...
FYI: If you are an ASU fan headed towards Chattanooga, be sure to check in with ASU Alumni blog for all the up-to-date info you should probably know. It is the definitive source...
With a final score of 49 to 24, Appalachian State earned another trip to Chattanooga to play in the championship game. It feels like 'deja vu all over again.' I only almost got stomped by the crowd twice. Look for a photo album later this afternoon.
Oh yeah, on a side note: I witnessed the march of the field goal from the stadium down to the Duck Pond. After seeing the goal accidentally crunch someone's car while going through the media parking lot, I'm betting someone was pissed after a long day at work. I could see it coming as they approached my Jeep, I yelled, "Turn that way.Please not my Jeep. Please?" Thankfully, my Jeep was spared.
So before we were rudely interrupted by a major ice event I was telling you about my friend Bo...who is not to be confused with my other friend, Bo. It is a common nickname around here, as you might imagine. Anyway, this Bo was out feeding her horses on Thrusday. Bo is a kind soul who rescues animals, particularly the equine variety. About a year or two ago I wrote in the Democrat about how she had saved this one horse, Sadie (the gray mare) who turned out to be pregnant and gave birth to a blue-eye gentleman. When I'm lucky to meet up with Bo, we end up talking politics, philosophy and junk all while she works caring for her critters. I'm no help, I just take photos. She's pretty amazing really. Bo understands the reality that hard damn work is sometimes what life is truly all about. And, the special times are those you spend with those you adore--family, dogs, horses....critters. Here are other photos:
It would be a perfect day for a winter hike if I didn't have a horrible head cold and if I wasn't stuck on my mountain. The gravel road is no problem, just the 100 yards of straight downhill DOT maintained asphalt resembles a luge. I stood on my deck and took this photo of an the ridge which separates Willow Valley from Valle Crucis. Rich Mountain is in the frosty background. I may take Harley and a few willing teenagers over the Christmas tree farm in our backyard and pick out a tree to decorate.
It isn't easy to forecast the weather up here in the mountains. As of this morning, every weather prognosticator said we'd only get a dusting of snow. I took this photo of my friend Bo with her horse at 3 pm. As you can see, it is beginning to flurry and the afternoon sun is barely peeking through diffused clouds. It is now 4:45 pm and we are in a what I would not describe as a blizzard, but it is freaking white outside. I've sent out the mass "I'm a worried mother" text message to my husband and children and instructed them to come up with an acceptable plan to return safely to the fold. I sent them a pix message of our gravel road to show them I wasn't joking that the road is already covered. To flatlanders up north: I realize snow covered roads ain't such a big deal, but we have significant gravity issues (ie- hills) to deal with up here in the mountains. It is like comparing apples to oranges, trust me. I've done had this conversation with yankee relatives who never believe me until they get stuck in our snow. So, gonna go run and take a blizzard photo for you so you can see what I'm talking about....I suspect it'll look just like the White Album.
***Update***
5:50 pm- Blessed husband is stuck in snowy traffic while carting four teenage girls to spend the night at our home. It has already been 45 minutes and he isn't even to Rock Crusher Hill. I'm thinking I should greet him home with a stiff drink and a hot meal. Ahhh....winter.
***Encore Update***
6:24 pm- Husband still in truck with now 5 teenagers (a friend was stranded). Just passed Wendy's intersection. Listening to scanner--many wrecks--slippery roads--bad situation.
**Update**
7:17 pm--Now 6 teenagers and one adult expected to take refuge at house....Storm caught everyone by surprise--rush hour storms are the worst because traffic blocks salt and snow plow vehicles from grooming the roadway. Husband w/his load at top of Rock Crusher Hill. A precarious perch... As reference, normal drivetime from Boone to our home is 7-15 minutes.
7:21 pm.- 10 degrees, gusts up to 45 mph. Madly doing laundry, cleaning baths for guests. Especially since water will probably freeze tonight :-(
8:06: Adult refugee here. She is thankfully drinking chardonnay. Her children are in at the Boone Firestation for the evening. My husband and children still not home. It is a cluster out there. Complete black ice on roadways with whiteout warnings. I have a mess of food ready and waiting for them...
9:24 p.m.- All is well. Sigh. Yo thanx!
From the parking lot of Caldwell Community College this evening, our mountain weather looks sort of beachy and balmy. Looks are indeed deceiving. According to the Booneweb weather, tomorrow's low will be about 15 degrees or there abouts. I already have a head cold, maybe I just need to stay inside and chill out awhile....
Hey look! It's Gnumoon and me on the sidelines of the ASU v Montana State game. My friend, Rob forwarded it to me. Not sure who to credit for the pic yet...( found out Chad was behind the lens on this shot- thanx!)
But see how witty I am. Gnumoon (on left) is obviously laughing at some clever thing I have just said or perhaps it was just some super snarky shared sideline secret. Who cares. I'm simply grateful to have a female pal nearby to moderate the testosterone a wee bit.
And, if you are going to next Saturday's game, look for me on the sidelines wearing this exact same outfit: a super warm, yet bulky Navy pea coat along with a Black Saturday cap. If you can get my attention--yell my name and give me the universal 'take my photo' gesture, I'll shoot you and post it on my blog. Just think of all the fun we could have.
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