Sunday Sunday Sunday

Happy Sunday morning, Interweb!  I hope you are having a fabulously relaxing weekend.  Mine has been so far, so good.  Yesterday, my mother and I drove up to hang out with my grandma, which is always wonderful.  I also got to see my dad, my sister, and my super-cute great nephew.  He warms my heart.  I don’t think he’s too sure about me yet, though.  He always gives me this contemplative look with his head cocked to one side and half of an unsure smile on his face like he can’t quite figure out if I am one of the good guys or some weird-looking drifter who has invaded his home.

I had a dream last night that left me feeling slightly annoyed when I woke up this morning.  I dreamed that The Hubs and I were sleeping, and a sound woke me up.  I got up and went to investigate.  I couldn’t see anything amiss, so I went back to bed.   A bit later, The Hubs heard something and woke me up, and he went to investigate.  He started hollering something about a dog.  Just then, a gust of wind blew open one set of my bedroom blinds.  As I go over to look out the window, a pack of 5 dogs jumps through and takes off toward my living room.  I run in and find about a million puddles of dog pee all throughout the house, torn up cushions, ravaged papers, and just general destruction everywhere.  And, in the midst of the chaos sits Rodge, one of my customers from work (who I have never actually met face-to-face).  He is sitting at my computer typing furiously.  I ask him in not-so-nice-deranged-screaming-head-spinning-fire-shooting-from-my-mouth terms to please leave.  He does, and I go to my computer to find that he has been making up orders for locations that do not exist and entering them into my dispatch system.  Meanwhile, the pack of dogs, which range from Labrador-sized to teacup poodle-sized are running circles through my house, jumping in and out of my bedroom window, and adding to the destruction with every pass.  When I did actually wake up this morning, I cautiously tiptoed into my living room while holding my breath….just in case…..

Well, I must stop being a Procrastinating Polly and go do some chores.  It is Football Sunday.  My fantasy team is the only one left in the league that is undefeated, but I have an inkling that will come to an end today.  We are limping along with injuries and bye weeks, and it is just not a pretty picture.  But, never say die, right?

Peace and doggy destruction grease.

Recipe of the day:

Baked Potato Pizza via


  • 1 (11 oz) can refrigerated pizza dough
  • 6 slices provolone cheese
  • 2 cups cubed, unpeeled baked potato (about 1 large)
  • 2 Tbsp olive oil
  • 2 Tbsp ranch dressing mix (from a 1-oz. pkg)
  • 8 strips crisply cooked bacon, chopped
  • 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
  • 1/4 cup sliced green onions (optional)
  • sour cream, for garnish


  • Heat oven to 400 degrees.  Spray or grease a 15×10″ cookie sheet.  Unroll the dough and press into a 15×10″ rectangle.
  • Arrange provolone cheese onto dough.  In a medium bowl, mix potato, olive oil, and ranch dressing mix.  Spoon mixture evenly over cheese slices.  Sprinkle with bacon and cheddar.
  • Bake 13-16 minutes or until crust is golden brown and cheese is melted.  Sprinkle with onion and serve with dollops of sour cream.

Book of the day:

Image result for a sudden light

A Sudden Light by Garth Stein.  It has been a while since I read this book, but I loved it.  Stein has quite a way with words, and I found myself reading and rereading passages so I could absorb them.  Stein also wrote The Art of Racing in the Rain, which squeezed my heart until I could barely breathe.

Song of the day:

Praise You in this Storm by Casting Crowns

This is one of my most favorite worship songs.  Enjoy!


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