GO DAWGS!!

It was an absolutely glorious day here in Northwest Georgia. My mom, husband, and I went to the little town of Ellijay, Georgia and bought us some apples, ate some fried pies (I only ate half), drank some cider, and sampled stuff in this wonderful store there. Later in the day, I walked my big white dog, Carley out in the pasture and just savored the bright sunshine and cool breezes. Carley was friskier than usual, so we even ran a bit although running in a pasture can be hazardous. No, I don't mean THAT kind of hazard. There are no cows in this pasture, but there are ruts. No matter. I think I may have run off that half of a fried pie. That's a good thing.

Now, I'm going to get my football loving self, along with some leftover pizza and watch the Georgia Bulldogs play the Tennessee Vols. I'm all for the Tennessee Vols EXCEPT when they're playing my Bulldogs. I've lived in Georgia over 42 years. My feet are firmly planted in this red clay. I speak Southern drawl and even turn it up a bit more when I'm above the Mason-Dixon line visiting relatives or when I'm out West visiting my brother and sister. Denny's out in Washington state even tried to pass off Cream of Wheat as grits. I wasn't fooled. Grits is (are) made from corn. Everyone knows that, at least everyone in the South. We're just not sure if grits is/are singular or plural.

So, I'm going to blog off now and watch my beloved team. Afterall, three of my children graduated from there and my son-in-law did also.
GO DAWGS!!!

I know. I know. I'm pathetic.