Holiday potluck! What a treat. Step right in and have a seat.

Really, I will stop with the rhyme thing.

This is the first potluck in the new place so I think catering might be my best option. I don’t want to have to leave the party to burn cook food, open windows to rid the new place of smoke serve food or call the fire department to come turn off the smoke alarms clean up. Not like ANYTHING like that has EVER happened to me.

Ryan(7) had a friend(6) over last week and Reid(4) was doing some little-brother-attention-seeking-behavior that was about to get him into trouble. I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his older brother and guest so I pulled him aside and whispered into his ear some suggestions to improve his behavior. He responded by screaming, “I HEAR YOU!” like he was eavesdropping on our conversation.


A few dear readers have arrived after Googling, “Ward Cleaver Nirvana”. *light bulb moment* Could that be my next expansion step in my quest for worldwide blog domination?

I also have become a source for beaver trapping information seekers. I sure hope my wardrobe suggestions come in handy for them. Glad to help the Beaver Trappers of America fight the frump.


Reid(4) was sitting in the back seat of the minivan in the middle of a drive without any context he asked, “so am I going to marry a girl or what?”

Speaking of minivans, this is very funny!

This week I am changing up the fruit bowl thing a bit:

This week I am making it, “What is in Holly’s large rubbermaid food storage container”….

potatoes? nope.
sweet potatoes? nope.
rotten sweet potatoes? nope. (sorry, MoscowMom)
small watermelon? nope.

It is….

a mouse. A LIVE MOUSE. A live mouse that I trapped underneath my dining room table. A live mouse that I trapped underneath my dining room table in competition with my cat.

All God’s creatures love Holly.

One more reason NOT to eat left-overs at my house.


My niece graduated from highschool on Saturday. It was a beautiful graduation and it was fun to see extended family. Congratulations Allison!

Happy Memorial Day!



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22 Comments

  1. LOVE the new Look! So retro!

    What was your answer to the marriage question? My HRH wanted to know how old you have to be to be a Daddy. I told him “thirty.”

  2. Oy, Oy, Oy!!!! I’ll take the rotten sweet potatoes any time!!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ You sure have had one heck of year with the critters…

  3. Love the Google finds ๐Ÿ™‚ Too funny.
    I laughed at AB’s minivan post too. Happy Monday sweets.

  4. you and the wild things.

    love ‘so, am i going to marry a girl or what?’

    love love love the new place. maybe i should get a place of my own….. i’m thinking about it….

  5. You caught a mouse? Without the help of a trap? Either you are super speedy, or your mice are slow.

    Seriously, I had a mouse in the kitchen today that moved so fast all I could see was a blur.

    Maybe my mice are hopped up on sugar crumbs.

  6. Beaver trapping, mouse trapping…your mad skills amaze me. Were you wearing shorty pajamas this time, too? And how’s your record on mountain lions? Get back to me.

    I’m dying to know how you answered Reid? So cute.