Hip, hip hooooooooray for potluckday!
Someday, dear reader you will turn to your children and say, “I remember when Potluckday used to be called Monday”.
There is a little legal information that I am obligated to post. The
I.F.P.A. (Institute For Potluck Advancement) has written me a letter containing a cease and desist order on my
negative comments regarding their job performance. I have accepted. In exchange they are not posting last week’s ACTUAL menu that I served to my family. That is
blackmail fair.
I am contributing egg salad, eggs ala goldenrod over toast, hard boiled eggs and deviled eggs for the potluck today. Do not be disturbed by the altered color of these food items. They were made from the 3 dozen eggs my children colored. M’m. M’m good. Who doesn’t love a pink and blue egg salad?
I received one dear reader this week from googling, “says I am abusive”. Now, I want to clarify that I wasn’t the one who said that. Good luck to you in your search. And to Google…thanks for throwing me under the bus.
Oh goody, the IFPA is presenting this on my behalf:
Potluck, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We’re expecting you.
Potluck, life’s sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
The Potluck soon will be making another run
The Potluck promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Potluck won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
Yes Potluck! It’s Potluck!
Potluck soon will be making another run
The Potluck promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Potluck won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
It’s Potluck! It’s Potluck! It’s Potluck!
It’s the Potluck-ah! It’s the Potluck-ah!
This is what happens when a squirrel runs through my backyard:
Reid(4) has been hounding me to time him while brushing his teeth. They lost the three timers that the dentist gave them so I usually just tell the boys when to start and stop. Last night, exasperated I said, “why don’t you just sing the ABC song in your head. When you finish, you can stop brushing your teeth.” Reid replied, “how do you sing in your head?” So I tried to show him. I mouthed the words while bobbing my head. He watched a moment and then smiled widely saying, “I hear it!”
The strikingly handsome guys of the IFPA have requested that I post this definition of potluck. It was handed down in a ruling over at
Rachael’s after she posed the question if it was really a potluck if only tea was served. Their reply: “Any mention of food qualifies for potluck participation. Food is defined as any mention of something edible, something that might be edible or something perceived to be edible. All liquids used for drinking also qualify except for water.*
*Water qualifies when used as a meal replacement or as prescribed by a medical professional. For example: Rachael was too sick to eat, but took sips of WATER. In this case Rachel qualifies for potluck participation.” As reported at
Always Wanted 4 a potluck manual will be issued soon.
I was recently listening to XM radio in my minivan. They were playing
Food Network shows like Rachel Ray and Sandra Lee. Let’s take inventory on what senses are actually being used when LISTENING to the Food Network:
smell-nope
taste-nope
sight-nope
touch-nope
hearing-yep, but there really isn’t much talking on some of those shows, all you hear is sizzle, bang, “Ooooo that looks great!”, sizzle. bang. scrape. “mmmmm”.
NOT EFFECTIVE PEOPLE! Who came up with this bright idea? What is next, audio fishing?
Meet my sweet Abilene…
Is it
coincidence or
good taste? The coincidences continue with
Jen this week after she received amazing news–Congratulations. You can now add Texas to the list of things we share…3 boys, radiology, bulldogs, being super cute…will the similarities ever end?
Please don’t neglect my friends in the pink box. I still don’t have a blogroll…I know! I know! So visit the hand-picked, laugh coffee out your nose choices updated constantly in the super-fab box to the right. That didn’t sound quite right. I want to clarify that I don’t actually hand pick the coffee out of your nose…
Someday, dear reader you will turn to your children and say, “I remember when Potluckday used to be called Monday”.
There is a little legal information that I am obligated to post. The I.F.P.A. (Institute For Potluck Advancement) has written me a letter containing a cease and desist order on my negative comments regarding their job performance. I have accepted. In exchange they are not posting last week’s ACTUAL menu that I served to my family. That is blackmail fair.
I am contributing egg salad, eggs ala goldenrod over toast, hard boiled eggs and deviled eggs for the potluck today. Do not be disturbed by the altered color of these food items. They were made from the 3 dozen eggs my children colored. M’m. M’m good. Who doesn’t love a pink and blue egg salad?
I received one dear reader this week from googling, “says I am abusive”. Now, I want to clarify that I wasn’t the one who said that. Good luck to you in your search. And to Google…thanks for throwing me under the bus.
Oh goody, the IFPA is presenting this on my behalf:
Potluck, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We’re expecting you.
Potluck, life’s sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
The Potluck soon will be making another run
The Potluck promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Potluck won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
Yes Potluck! It’s Potluck!
Potluck soon will be making another run
The Potluck promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Potluck won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
It’s Potluck! It’s Potluck! It’s Potluck!
It’s the Potluck-ah! It’s the Potluck-ah!
This is what happens when a squirrel runs through my backyard:
Reid(4) has been hounding me to time him while brushing his teeth. They lost the three timers that the dentist gave them so I usually just tell the boys when to start and stop. Last night, exasperated I said, “why don’t you just sing the ABC song in your head. When you finish, you can stop brushing your teeth.” Reid replied, “how do you sing in your head?” So I tried to show him. I mouthed the words while bobbing my head. He watched a moment and then smiled widely saying, “I hear it!”
The strikingly handsome guys of the IFPA have requested that I post this definition of potluck. It was handed down in a ruling over at Rachael’s after she posed the question if it was really a potluck if only tea was served. Their reply: “Any mention of food qualifies for potluck participation. Food is defined as any mention of something edible, something that might be edible or something perceived to be edible. All liquids used for drinking also qualify except for water.*
*Water qualifies when used as a meal replacement or as prescribed by a medical professional. For example: Rachael was too sick to eat, but took sips of WATER. In this case Rachel qualifies for potluck participation.” As reported at Always Wanted 4 a potluck manual will be issued soon.
I was recently listening to XM radio in my minivan. They were playing Food Network shows like Rachel Ray and Sandra Lee. Let’s take inventory on what senses are actually being used when LISTENING to the Food Network:
smell-nope
taste-nope
sight-nope
touch-nope
hearing-yep, but there really isn’t much talking on some of those shows, all you hear is sizzle, bang, “Ooooo that looks great!”, sizzle. bang. scrape. “mmmmm”.
NOT EFFECTIVE PEOPLE! Who came up with this bright idea? What is next, audio fishing?
Meet my sweet Abilene…
Is it coincidence or good taste? The coincidences continue with Jen this week after she received amazing news–Congratulations. You can now add Texas to the list of things we share…3 boys, radiology, bulldogs, being super cute…will the similarities ever end?
Please don’t neglect my friends in the pink box. I still don’t have a blogroll…I know! I know! So visit the hand-picked, laugh coffee out your nose choices updated constantly in the super-fab box to the right. That didn’t sound quite right. I want to clarify that I don’t actually hand pick the coffee out of your nose…
I really need clarification of what a potluck is. My blog is so junior high….
Ahhh…yes, those Love Boat days. Your potluck rocks on Mondays, girl!
Oh my gosh, I wish I had your energy! I love reading your blog…and I feel really tired afterward. 😉
*grinning from ear to ear* THANKS! And, it’s DEFINITELY good taste, if I do say so myself.
Oh, and you can totally add “we have the same bag” to your list. Yep, I SO have that super cute bag from your March 14th post. Of course.
We have the same playground system in our backyard!
Can;t wait to use it when the flipping snow melts. 🙂
When a squirrel runs through our yard, my dog completely flips out. She turns into a total attack dog. You’d think the squirrel was carrying our mail or something.
I love, love, love Abilene! Of course, I can’t smell her through the computer. Or hear her snoring. Or any of the million other things that make Bulldogs Bulldogs.
Happy (belated) Easter!