It is Monday. Yes, it is.
It is Potluck. Yes, it is.
For today’s potluck I am NOT serving jello or anything with baked beans and I am ONLY eating what Angie brought in an attempt to help her work through some of her potluck issues:
“Someone please explain why and how jello ever became a food, let alone a food that someone deemed a potluck necessity.So, please everyone show Angie some potluck love and let’s send her home with an empty dish.
Also, how many different baked bean dishes can be found at ONE potluck on any given day? baked beans with bacon, baked beans with chili, baked beans with garbonzo thrown in, baked beans in a pot, baked beans in a crock, baked beans… Save us!
I don’t really love potlucks, honestly. Everything starts to taste the same AND I can’t bear the embarrassment of my dish being shunned”.
And now for a short story entitled:
A sign that Holly’s boys might be playing too many video games:
We have been going for a walk almost every evening. In our neighborhood there are no sidewalks so we walk a short distance down a well traveled road to a path. There are strict Nirvana rules about holding hands with an adult on this road. Last night Reid was a little disgruntled with the hand holding rule and said, “I don’t want to hold your hand. I have enough lives left (to get run over by a car).”
Note to self: Maybe Tom and Jerry isn’t such a good idea either.
This week I had a match made in Google heaven. A dear reader (and if this person is not a regular reader now…I give up. Really, what is a blogger to do?) Googled “fruit bowl + picture” and landed here at the Nirvana. To that dear reader I say WELCOME and see you every Monday for fruit bowl updates.
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?
A little relief in the coccyx department. Three out of three yoga sessions attended this week. Sitting with less donut necessity. Progress…
Yeah! Let’s find out who is Peep of the Week!
This week there is a tie for Peep of the week. Ya’ll (I can say that ‘cuz I am from Texas) have elevated your comment game. I just couldn’t decide, but narrowed it down to these:
In response to last week’s moving Potluck 80’s ballad…oh, here is a little bit of it so you can hum along…
When you close your eyes
Do you dream about potluck
When you close your eyes
Do you dream about potluck
Do you still dream about potluck
Jill Jill Bo Bill had this comment:
“How weird! I thught I was the only one that found out about Potluck in the back seat of a Chevrolet. I feel much better knowing I am not alone.”
And in response to my chicken:
“The egg is red! The egg is red!” —Burgh Baby
Thanks Jill and Burgh! You share the title of Peep of the Week.
Which is a nice transition to a new potluck feature:
Chicken picture of the week
Wow. That isn’t ever going to get old…
Alright.
You have made it through the intro.
You have made it through the food line.
You have made it through the short story.
You have made it through the search engine crap.
You have made it through the coccyx report.
You have celebrated with Jill and Burgh.
You have made it through the new feature.
You totally deserve:
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?
One sprouting potato and a copper penny left over from last week.
Happy Mo nday everyone.
May you experience this Monday like it is in the back of a Chevrolet…
Doesn’t the back of a minivan count anymore?
Dearest Texas Holly,
your coccyx is better
your chicken looks stressed
and your fruit bowl is sprouting
yep, fall has officially arrived.
Much love and fun in the back of a Chevrolet.
All I have to say is that I sure hope that all the people that were at Angie’s potluck took some Beeno before AND after they ate at that one. I mean WOAH!
Sorry I am late to the potluck, it’s been a day!
I absolutely love that your kid said he has enough lives left to get hit by a car. My kid would also say something like that, but he might be referring to having nine lives like he is a cat. He is a bit strange, that one…
I’m really lost on the whole back of a chevrolet thing, care to enlighten me? I mean I had a Subaru, so you understand, right?
Cute chicken picture part duex, dare you go for a trois? Will Rhett go for it? (That is Rhett, right?) Has he started asking for money yet? If not, I hope he reads this comment. 🙂
Happy Monday.
Holly,
what are you going to do when the boys on the couch learn that TV screens are not usually that small?
And, I can only say that I’m relieved to hear about the coccyx relief. One day, some regular reader is going to win a scrabble game for no other reason than the fact that you keep this word alive in our daily conversations. Now if only I played scrabble.
I am here from Shallow Gal. I admit to being slightly confused. But I also admit to being intrigued. Like you, I have three boys, and while none of them dresses up like a chicken, one of them spent the entire last year going to preschool dressed as a duck.
Zany. Truly zany.