Potluck: Chevys, Chickens and a Penny

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.
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”.

So, please everyone show Angie some potluck love and let’s send her home with an empty dish.

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…