blue and gold forever
Coming home from dinner tonight, we got stuck behind a big-butt minivan up Paradise. Nothin' out of the ordinary there; I think they're issuing your choice of minivan or SUV with purchase of a home in Paradise Hills these days.
It wasn't until we got right up behind it at the light at Golf Course that I realized it. Emblazened on the back windshield was my high school mascot. There is no mistaking the Ruidoso Warrior. Take the face of one sterotypical Native American (complete with braids and a feather) and plaster it against a craggy mountain peak.
Logo. See? Un.Mis.Takable.
(And wow, the 24 karat gold marching band seems to have lost about 23k. Why, back in my day, the band was practically marching bullion! And not the kind you put in soup!)
I had a very small freak-out when I saw it. I mean, okay, part of writing BOOMERANG was to excise the phantoms of Ruidoso, but they're not all gone, and here's this minivan in front of me, wearing Albuquerque tags, lumbering up Paradise, obviously a permanent resident of the Duke City and all I can think of is, still?
Were we in Ruidoso, yeah, I could understand it. They're football mad down there, and the Warriors are as good as it gets. Everyone's an RHS booster. But here? Still?
I didn't get a good look at the driver, so I haven't a clue who it was, but somewhere in my in-laws' neighborhood lurks one rabid Warrior fan.
It wasn't until we got right up behind it at the light at Golf Course that I realized it. Emblazened on the back windshield was my high school mascot. There is no mistaking the Ruidoso Warrior. Take the face of one sterotypical Native American (complete with braids and a feather) and plaster it against a craggy mountain peak.
Logo. See? Un.Mis.Takable.
(And wow, the 24 karat gold marching band seems to have lost about 23k. Why, back in my day, the band was practically marching bullion! And not the kind you put in soup!)
I had a very small freak-out when I saw it. I mean, okay, part of writing BOOMERANG was to excise the phantoms of Ruidoso, but they're not all gone, and here's this minivan in front of me, wearing Albuquerque tags, lumbering up Paradise, obviously a permanent resident of the Duke City and all I can think of is, still?
Were we in Ruidoso, yeah, I could understand it. They're football mad down there, and the Warriors are as good as it gets. Everyone's an RHS booster. But here? Still?
I didn't get a good look at the driver, so I haven't a clue who it was, but somewhere in my in-laws' neighborhood lurks one rabid Warrior fan.
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Ok, here's a comment. Now can we get off the intArweb and have lunche?
Seriously. She's like "We can't go yet. No one's commented on my blog." BWAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Now ya got 2.
And furthermore! Your cat! If she were a real person she'd be one of those psychos that go on Springer and rant about alien abductions.
I mean for god sake! She's just sitting and staring at NOTHING as it floats around in the air. I'm a little worried she'll fall down the stairwell if she decides to follow it.
LUNCH TIME DMANNNITTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just realized. I could do this all day!
Drastic pookah-missle action has been called for.
Toe pookah missles. Gotta remember that. Maybe send a few into low orbit for later. OHHHH NOHTDxgtrd. NOESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got his toes.
"First Nation" is kinda neat. I think that's better than "Native American" since they aren't really native either.
-Judy
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