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Ooooh, mittens! You should NOT have!
Published: 11/20/2007 5:27 PM
Last Modified: 11/20/2007 5:27 PM

OK, so I just submitted a five-day food diary to Mistress Leah, who’s allegedly about to whip me and E into some semblance of a healthy shape – preferably something less round with hard, firm edges. But not a square, I’m too social for that.

Anyway, I was mildly aghast at the stuff I wrote down -- drive-thru visits, slices after slices of pizza, how I spelled "Roquefort" correctly on the first try. Then I thought I’d share some of the entries but (1) realized that might be more boring than, well, a food diary, and (2) I wanted it to be at least slightly related to Thanksgiving (like food writer Natalie Mikles’ blog, which you should check out).

Instead, here’s an addendum to my Tuesday column’s list of things to be thankful for:

Kudos on MySpace pages. I live for kudos on my MySpace blog, although I don’t get many of them. For those not in the MySpace know, kudos are thumbs-up votes on a 1- to 2-point scale (I think) based on what I assume to be the entertainment or educational value of a blog, which mine lacks on a regular basis akin to Metamucil. Or so it would seem. Hand me that violin …

Untucked shirts over strained waistlines. No explanation needed, surely. Ooh, that reminds me of the next one …

“Airplane!” I’m referring to the movie from 1980, not my second favorite mode of transportation – sorry, love me some drive time. Anyway, it makes me laugh despite almost any sour mood. My favorite quote is from the control-tower guy Johnny, after a reporter asks “What kind of plane is it?” And he responds with, “Oh, it’s a big, pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels, and it looks like a big Tylenol.” Yeah, I know it’s random, but have we met? No, really, have we?

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. No, not really. Wool's itchy, and I don't want a copper kettle smarter than I am.

Seriously, I hope that all two of you who read this have a fabulously happy (yet non-boringly safe) Thanksgiving and a colorful, non-stressful Black Friday shopping experience.

Peace, love and stupid kettles … xoxo



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ellen (5 years ago)
That made me laugh very hard
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While other kids were watching "The Smurfs," Scene Writer Jason Ashley Wright was tuned in to "Style with Elsa Klensch." By fourth grade, he knew he wanted to write, and spent almost three years publishing a weekly teen-oriented magazine, Teen-Zine -- circulation: 2. After earning a degree in journalism from the University of Southern Mississippi, he became the medical reporter and teen board coordinator for the Hattiesburg (Miss.) American, a Gannett newspaper. Eight months later, with visions of Elsa dancing in his head, he applied for the fashion writer position at the Tulsa World, where he began working on Aug. 3, 1998. He is now a general assignment reporter for Scene.

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