New Year, New Nothing

Top, skirt, and bag: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Boots: JustFab, Zulily

What I see when I walk into Kohl's.  Does the checked dress look familiar?

Comb: Ella and Elly, Zulily; Ring: Mixit, JCPenney; Everything else: Simply Vera, Kohl's

It's true!  This New Year's Eve, the husband and I had my parents over as we always do.  I wore my Kohl's clothes as usual.  And, as I do every time I make my lattice chicken casserole, I fretted that it was underdone (it was).  Instead of watching a movie or playing a board game, we watched Ryan Seacrest's New Year's Rockin' Eve and toasted each other with sparkling cider at midnight.  But I wouldn't have it any other way.  Let other people try to switch things up and stress out over making resolutions.  I'll be here in the Trove with my traditions, wearing an over-the-top outfit and hoping that I don't give anyone salmonella.         

That said, the husband did do one slightly new thing, which was to spell out 2023 in Pillsbury crescent roll dough on top of the casserole before I baked it: 

He took this pic because he was concerned that I'd obliterate his handiwork with shredded cheddar and French fried onions, which I (although not on purpose) most certainly did.

See?  Some things never change.

I hope your New Year's was and is just how you like it, whether that means hang gliding through the stratosphere of your inhibitions or becoming one with the fabric of your favorite armchair.

I'm picturing the one from Frasier and hope you are too. 

TV Tidbits

I didn't have a relevant photo for this post, so I snapped a shot of this adorable Ugly Doll my mom got me. Speaking of Mom, she recently told me she read my blog and "laughed out loud." I'm going to take that as a compliment. On to the tidbits.

Last week the bf was watching the History Channel, as he often does, while I was making jewelry. I am not a fan of the History Channel. Or of the Science Channel. Or the Learning Channel. Or the Discovery Channel. I'm a woman who needs a nice piece of fiction to sink her teeth into, whether it be in the form of a sitcom rerun or a movie. Anyway, on this particular night, the History Channel was running a bio on Albert Einstein. Not being the scientific type, I found the bulk of it boring. However, I did find out that he got his start working in the patent office, an albeit boring occupation, but one that provided him with ample time to daydream about his soon-to-be famous theories. I also learned that he left wife and sons -- she was also a scientist -- to shack up with his first cousin, who was described as "not an intellectual," and "a woman who enjoyed preparing large meals." Humph. I enjoy a good meal as much as the next person, but come on. I lost a little respect for old Albert there.

To completely switch gears, you probably haven't heard about the new sitcom Hot in Cleveland. It's on TVland at 10:00 EST Wednesday nights. But I got hooked because the cast included Betty White. She plays the crotchety, says-whatever-she's-thinking caretaker of a house being rented by three LA transplants, played by Valerie Bertinelli, Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier), and Wendie Malick (Nina from Just Shoot Me). The show itself is mildly entertaining; it's your typical story of middle-aged single women trying to find love (although I do enjoy the always kitschy Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing" featured in the commercials). But what's really interesting to me is the character dynamics. With every show I watch, I break the characters down into basic types. In Hot in Cleveland, Bertinelli's character is the optimist, Leeves' character is the cynic, Malick's character is the glamour girl, and White is the viper-tongued old lady. Of course, I couldn't help but compare them to The Golden Girls gang. In that case, White (Rose) was the optimist, Dorothy (Bea Arthur) was the cynic, Blanche (Rue McClanahan) was the glamour girl, and Sophia (Estelle Getty) was the viper-tongued old lady. So, thirty-odd years later, Rose has morphed into Sophia. But then again, if we live long enough, then I suppose we all do. Anyway, if you're a Betty White fan, then Hot in Cleveland is worth your thirty minutes.