Some days during the week seem as if they will never end. You know those days. . .The Kids, the Boss, the Husband or Wife. And every time you look at the clock, it is only five minutes later than the last time you looked. When I find myself locked into those sluggish days, I look for the only cure there is out there for me.

In my mind I picture a beautiful golden fall Sunday afternoon. The air is crisp, and I can smell leaves burning at some neighbor's house close by. I can hear that distant sounds of a chainsaw. I am dressed in my favorite pair of old jeans, my comfy Redskin's sweatshirt and my Vans. Beside me is my Yellow Lab Sammy. His nose is twitching and his tail is wagging, because he knows this is our time! In the sun his coat shines the two most beautiful colors in the world to me, Burgundy and Gold!

My boys are out back, as they usually are on this type of Sunday. I always tell them, "No Tackle football!" But, somehow touch becomes push, and pushes become shoves, which eventually leads to tackling. If I close my eyes I can hear them laughing and congratulating each other on some new feat they managed to accomplish. My Husband has just finished his weekly call back home to Arkansas, and in the background I can hear Howie getting in a dig  on Terry! As usual someone has something negative to say about the 'Skins, but I just roll my eyes and have the same conversation with my Husband about why the media seems to hate the Redskins? Which always leads to the same conclusion. . .Daniel Snyder. Oh well, what are you going to do?

If my Redskins play at one then I start to get excited. My heart rate increases and I try to keep myself busy until the kickoff. If the game is not until four or later my Husband, who is the cook, will make a big ole pot of Chicken and Dumpling's so that we have it ready to eat during the game. It is a smell I associate with this type Sunday!

When it is time for the game, we all gather around the TV. I see those I love most in this world. They are all gathered together in a celebration that is a tradition that has been passed down for many years, one that I know my children will carry along to my grandchildren. I wish I could think of a word that truly describes this, but the closest I can get is...content. There is nothing like this in the world to me!

I am so lost in this vision when finally I realize I have to come back to the real world. Though nothing can bother me now, as I have found my zen. . . "Football, My Yellow Dog and Sunday Afternoon." 

HAIL TO THE REDSKINS!

I would love to hear what your Sunday traditions are!

Ang