Virginia Tech Heritage

If you don't want to read about my love for Virginia Tech, my Hokie heritage or deep desire to have Carrington's first dance be the Hokie Pokie, exit now. Bye, Aaron! Here's the thing, I could talk about VT and the Hokies all day, every day, in my sleep and most likely even when I'm dead. As you know, it's been mentioned at least once on the blog! My VT and Blacksburg heritage go way back, more than I can remember being told. My Grandfather was Chief of Police in Blacksburg and worked as a police office at every home football and basketball game when sissy and I were growing up. We got to walk through the tunnel, hang out in the locker room and talk to the players, all of which we thought were normal for a kid to do! My Granny Roach spent her career as a librarian at the VT library. My dad went to Tech for a year before deciding to become a State Trooper. He also, unsuccessful, attempted to drive his car across the duck pond (while it was frozen) when he was in highschool. He undoubtedly was the one that fed us the most Hokie propoganda! My Aunt graduated from the Pamplin School of Business and is raising at least one future Hokie. My mom gave birth to two baby Hokies, one of which had the honor of later graduating from Tech. Sissy made the wrong decision and went to The University of South Carolina (sorry for her loss or multiple football losses every season). At least she has shown my brother-in-law the right way and he loves the Hokies and buying cute outfits for Carrington. My stepdad recieved his Graduate degree from VT even though he claims to bleed Orange and Blue. My Granny Peggy hasn't missed watching a football game since they started airing them on TV; and once a year, even at her young age, climbs the stairs at Lane Stadium to cheer on or holler at the football players. I've never met a Granny that loves football more than mine! Some of my best memories and the majority of my closest friends are Tech grads. We've managed to gather once a year, since graduating, for some tailgating and Hokie football in Blacksburg; sadly, this year we can't pull it off.
You see, Carrington came out saying gobble, gobble, gobble. She knows she was born to be a Hokie and wears Orange and Maroon with pride. Why would she (or any of her future sibilings) ever want to be a boring Tiger when she can be...a one of a kind Hokie!

Below are some pictures from the Tech vs. Miami game last Saturday. We watched the game at Wild Wing while celebrating my Aunt's birthday! By the way, the tutu is a finely crafted, full of fun (as you will see from the pictures below), absolutely precious addition to Carrington's girly attire, compliments of my friend Wendy's talent as a tutu designer!