Auld Claes and Porridge

My lovely old Dad says this every New Year - 'Back to auld claes and porridge' - which loosely translated means back to old clothes and plain eating. I'm usually ready for this by New Year's, when I start to crave citrus fruit and soups with lots of veggies in them. And I want to start A Project. And I start to feel like an antsy teenager desperate for freedom (being a single mom of a pre-teen is very much like being a teenager; you can't wait to be freed of your shackles but you're scared as well, so you spend a lot of time moaning about it and not much actually trying to escape those 'shackles').

Apparently, the troops in Iraq aren't as well entertained, as they have been in the past, but it's interesting to note which celebrities are still hanging in there: Al Franken, Henry Rollins, and Robin Williams (much as he gets on my last nerve). And Ted Nugent, packin' of course.

My son and I have been spouting our new angry Hermione inspired catchphrases:

For your information, and in case you haven't noticed.. insert indignant declaration here
Will you STOP going on about...insert subject of obsession here

We love angry Hermione.

What's the deal with plunging into icy , icy water on New Year's Day?

Dunno why but I was looking for celebrity playlists, and I found Jennifer Garner's, which is the lamest thing I have ever seen. Wow - she really is thirteen going on thirty. It explains a lot (willingness to spawn with Ben Affleck, bad movie choices)