Happy Potluckday!
*cabbage patch pause*
*feel free to join in*
*really*
*seriously, can you think cabbage patch and not join in?*
*How can you be so anti-cabbage patch?*
*butterchurn pause*
*I’m joking!*
*Really, you are so serious this Monday!*
For today’s potluck we are honoring Standing Still‘s wishes and heading to the basement because…
I lurrrrrrrve a good Lutheran church basement pot luck. Having said that, I steer clear of the MEAT HOTDISHES (what kind of meat is that?) and the jello. I think that somehow makes me less of a Lutheran … but I make up for it by eating 7 people’s share of bars.This will work well for me because all the church potlucks I attended as a child were vegetarian. I hear her audible sigh of relief. But before you break into the cabbage patch again I might warn you that “mystery vegetarian dishes” can be even more scary then meat ones. For some reason ALL non-meat food groups qualify as potential ingredients within the same dish.
This week the Nirvana was a veritable force of super important information. I am sure it is just a matter of time before Google just sends everyone straight here.
I am suspicious that all these people may have once attended potlucks with Standing Still in the past because they arrived after searching “green jello hives”, “piece of meat”, “piece of ham” and “can I have a piece of meat?”.
I want to stop and answer a question that was searched, “do you like potluck?” YES!
What is up with Holly’s coccyx:
As many of you know I have debated getting rid of this segment, but I have reconsidered and it is staying. Yep. As long as my butt hurts you are going to hear about it. Lucky, lucky you.
Why? Well, yes I like to complain and vent my woes, but there is a bigger self serving reason that was brought up last week by Headless Mom:
You’ll have to have a wake for the coccyx segment if you’re going to kill it. I have a feeling that there will be coccyx-lovers out there that can’t live without it. (Wow. That sounds really weird.)I am keeping it because I have not come across any other mommyblogger in the entire internet that has a weekly update on her coccyx. So in an effort to keep original around here it is staying.
June Cleaver Nirvana: Your source for weekly coccyx updates!Yes, it is a miracle that a huge advertising firm hasn’t discovered me…
Whoo hoo! Let’s find out who is Peep of the Week!
In reference to Rhett’s desire for peanutbutter on faux bacon, there were two comments with a similar theme:If he weren’t a 2yo boy, I’d be wondering if he was pregnant!So for these thought provoking (and giggle inducing) comments both Mozi Esme and Don Mills Diva are Peeps of the Week!
Can you be absolutely sure that Rhett is not pregnant?
*beep*
*beep*
Please stay tuned for an important Nirvana announcement…
If you are someone that comments here, thank you very much. If you are someone that comments here and your comments are magically transported to another post, you have somehow managed to beat the Nirvana time space continuum…
A week and 1/2 ago I installed the cute little comment box that you see below so you don’t have to go to another page, etc. The key word in the last sentence is I.
Yes, dear reader, I edited HTML code because someone said, “it is easy! A 5 minute fix!”
I did it without adult supervision.
I did it in a way that no one can figure out how I did it.
I did it and now the following things are happening:
1. 1/3 of my comments are randomly selected to appear in another post (and not just the one before or after, but it could be one from WEEKS ago).
2. Some people haven’t been able to log in under their regular account.
3. The box appears first instead of under the comments like on other people’s blogs…you know them, the ones that properly installed it.
I am going to have it fixed. I am just afraid to do it myself at this point. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I get really nervous around the DELETE function. I don’t want to shut down the internet.
Please know that I know what you are talking about and am just giddy to get the comment no matter where it lands. Think of it as the Nirvana comment lottery…
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?
2 large baking potatoes.
Happy Monday everyone. May your Monday be cabbage patch inducing.
Come on,
Play the Nirvana comment lottery!
See where your comment lands…
I’m standing by my no tuna and I’m a happy camper. Even mystery meat, or mystery meatless is better than tuna before noon.
The comments about Rhett cracked me up.
My husband likes PB on his hamburgers. I know.
Happy Monday to you!
Hi, Holly! I hold my breath when I do anything with my template. I feel your pain. 🙂
Did I win? I never win.
I am soooo glad you came clean on the comment thing because I spent ten minutes the other day trying to figure out if I had commented on a post that I could have sworn I commented on, but not finding evidence of said comment. It was weird.
I love all cabbage!!! Ruffage and dolls! Thanks for the potluck…mmmm!
Secretly, I’m hoping that my comment beats the Nirvana time space continuum and ends up in Holly’s fruit bowl.
A big high-five on what you said about the mystery of a meat-free potluck. Talk about a lottery.
We’re livin’ on the edge today…
Some of my favorite potluck dishes (I swear I’m not lying) have been cabbage casseroles. I had them in foreign countries, but they were smeared with sour cream and nice flavors.
I love the “wake for your coccyx segment” comments.
About the comments? Yeah, don’t hit “delete.” That could start nuclear winter or something. Seek adult supervision. (But good for you for giving it a try.)
Okay, still not getting the potluck thing, but still reading.
Am I supposed to guess about the fruit bowl each week? Um, because… you post the answer.
And how does one make suggestions for the potluck? Did I miss the window?
Love the site though. Power to the coccyx.
Ooh twice baked potatoes sound divine at 10am! I’m going to sneak those out of your bowl and replace them with a ginormous eggplant. 😉
Oh Boy! Holly got a comment blender for her potlucks – but no lid, so the comments are likely to fly any which way – onto the walls, guests, even the unsuspecting bacon and peanut butter eating children. Not to worry – I brought my safety glasses to this potluck, somehow knowing that the typical neo-Lutheran attire would not be enough for a texasholly shin ding.