Happy, happy day! Because today is potluck day. Not just any potluck day, but a super secret potluck in a very special location. Super secret because…

*deep announcer voice* The unsuspecting people visiting June Cleaver Nirvana think THEY are at the REAL potluck.

And very special location because…

*deep announcer voice* But behind their backs Holly has moved the REAL potluck to KaiserAlex and has thrown them a faux-potluck.

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Shhh…it’s our little secret. The potluck party is here today and those who miss out, just miss out. Let’s kick up our heels and get this party started…

Today I am rolling into the potluck with homemade nachos and blog-Stedman’s margarita machine. I am here to impress. Not just any margarita machine, but the top of the line, nothing is too good for blog-Stedman, giant Williams-Sonoma limited edition, super powered, stainless steel, cost more then my first car, margarita machine. Because, if I bring a great margarita, no one is going to care what I have to say…Salt? No salt?

Hi, I am HRH aka Holly from June Cleaver Nirvana. I know it is a lot to keep track of, really, I answer to anything pleasant. I have 3 little boys (ages 2,4 and 7) and have been married to their father (the aforementioned blog-Stedman) for holy crap, has it been that long…17 years. I am a little worried about messing up today. I am used to my old-shoe blogger and this new-fangled WordPress is freaking me out. Please be gentle, I am a bit sensitive, BUT perky.

I think cliches’ are under-rated.

At my house I keep straws, scotch tape, toothpicks, twisty-ties and string under lock and key. My oldest, Ryan channels his inner-MacGyver into baby traps and other bizarre “scientific experiments”. So I was not surprised when at dinner the other night he created this patent-pending drink mixer:

Pretty crafty, eh? I cleaned up the mess and then went to wash my hands and found this:
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I am keeping the propane tanks away from this kid. It appears he has a promising future as a bar tender.

Excuse me as I expel my children (2/3 screaming) to the backyard. Whew, that is much better. You are so lucky not to have audio on that little episode.

I am so sorry about what is about to occur:

Here is a message from the I.F.P.A. (Institute For Potluck Advancement)…
Well we’re potluckin’ on up,
To the KaiserAlex side.
To a deluxe potluck in the sky.
Potluckin’ on up
To the KaiserAlex side.
Potluck’s got a piece of the pie.

Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta potluckin’
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues
Potluckin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we potluck–you and me baby
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.

Well we’re potluckin’ on up,
To the KaiserAlex side.
To a deluxe potluck in the sky.
Potluckin’ on up
To the KaiserAlex side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Alright, I have officially evacuated the blog-site. Thank you very much.

Excuse me while I put 1/3 kids in TIME-OUT while he is outside. Whew, that is much better. I could hear the screaming through the back door. You are so lucky you don’t have audio of that little episode.

Why does Target proudly display numbers at ALL their checkout stands (1 through 23), but then open only 2?

After we worshipped at the church of Target this morning (9 am service). Blog-Stedman got the boys and himself each an Icee. I have dual membership at the church of Starbucks, so I was already spiritually satisfied. He mentioned afterward that the Icee was way too sweet. I agreed which is why I didn’t want one in the first place. We discussed and decided that Icee needed to come out with a Perrier Icee with a twist of lemon which would be refreshing. Blog-Stedman was inspired and used the aforementioned margarita machine to prototype the new drink. Let’s just say that you won’t be finding it anytime at an Icee machine near you.

Excuse me, I just heard more screaming outside. My two oldest boys were standing on patio chairs while the little girl from next door smashed a bug. Yep, I am proudly raising REAL MEN. You are so lucky you don’t have audio on that little episode.

I want to thank KaiserAlex management for this little experiment. I want to thank you for reading this far down. You must really love the management here. And, if all that didn’t create enough heartburn, I am throwing a faux-potluck over at my place.

Have potluck. Will travel.

Wow, that has to be a self-promotion record…