adios amigas

Ladies (I assume you're all female), Ladies...

As what may seem super obvious at this point: I've lost my blogging jones.
I'm not commenting, not reading and sure as shit, not writing.

So if and when the urge strikes, I'll wander back, but for now the old JamJarBoogie is gonna sit the next few dances out.
Thanks for readin'.
xoxxo

ella

mean, nasty and so, so funny

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1gqLERzk_w

More Kathy Griffin hilarity! If you're as sick of that jon and Kate couple as I am, this is for you...
I was HOWLING with laughter!

Get This:

So guess what? I'm taking a new class on Wed. nights. Actually, it's the first class I've taken in YEARS and YEARS. Its just one of those adult-ed. classes that come out in the catalog every fall and I always want to try it, but push it aside and never do it. Then suddenly 20 years go by and I still haven't taken the class...

So tonight I went to my very first ever belly dancing lesson.
HA! are you laughing yourselves outa your chairs?!?
I would be too if I weren't looking a birthday squarely in the face and wondering "just what the hell am I waiting for?"

So I went. As a teacher, I found many flaws with stuff (that's just a bad side effect of being in education---it's distracting to see people do it wrong), but we did a fair amount of dancing---stretching---and yoga and I feel it was very worth while.

And I'm dying to see if I'm able to walk tomorrow morning. The teacher promised that we'd be working muscles that would ONLY be used for belly dancing (although I find that a little far-fetched), but would have to concede that I'm finding muscles I haven't seen or heard from since I was 14.

AWESOME!!!

And think of the crafting/sewing possibilities...

Holy Crap!

OK this hardly counts as a post, but dash over to http://happymealsandhappyhour.blogspot.com/2009/09/duggars-again.html
and read some funny, funny shit about that wack family with the 18 kids.
Good stuff.

Fun at Kaiser

Have I mentioned how I wanted to go the dermatologist, but saw my GP instead and spent $200.00?
Yes, this is the beauty of health care in America.
So I have this husband, see. And he's really mole-y. And skin-tag-y. And it freaks me out a little bit. No-- it freaks me out a whole lot. So I want to go to the dermatologist with all his questionable spots circled and I want to say "Please take that one off!" And the Dr. says "Oh, Ella, that's nothing" and I say "But the future of my marriage depends on the removal of that offending bump" and the doctor, not one to ever stand in the way of marital bliss, removes the mole.

In real life, I send my husband to the doctor,(moles circled with a magic marker)and he comes back saying the doctor didn't think they were anything to worry about and I live another 2 years cursing the doctor and trying not to freak myself out when I encounter one of those bumps...

So this time will be different! I'm going along! and I'm gonna get me some work done too, cause mommy isn't looking too fresh anymore....
But Kaiser is having NONE of these shenanigans. They insist I see my GP first for a referral. Fine. So I go---only wanting to be sent to the dermatologist, and get totally shut down.
My GP insists she can do it all. Those little bumps on my thumb? the ones I keep hitting, scraping, injuring etc.? Warts. She'll freeze them off for me right now.
OH.
OK
I guess.
So out comes this HUGE tank of Nitrogen and it's not fun, but not horrible and she fries off 4 offensive (tiny) warts. "They'll get a little puffy, but they'll all go away in a day or 2". Her words, not mine.



It's a clear case of the cure is worse than the actual ailment. LOOK AT ME!!! I'M A FREAK!!! Do you know how fun it is to shake hands looking like this? Or reach for change? OMG. We're on day 5 and there's no improvment....help me...

Then (cause I'm nothing if not thorough) I asked for a cream re-fill that I had about 5 years ago. It's a bleaching cream with a steroid and a little Retin A...in other words, it's da bomb!
So, frozen hand in tow, I proceed to the pharmacy where my cream is ready. Yippee! And it's more than doubled in price since 2004! Oh shit!!!!
$182.00 for a .30g tube of TriLuma. HO-LEEE COW! It better damn. well. work.

Just a little jaunt down I-80 in the miserable heat of late August

OK, so we drove to Folsom today, (yes...home of Folsom Prison, except if you go to Folsom Prison you've usually done something fun first--like shot a man in Reno just to watch him die...a la Johnny Cash, but we were not so lucky. We just had soccer this morning)
Any who, 3 hours there and back and $930.00 later, our van is home safe and no one has told her that her days here are numbered...

So on the way home, we went to Costco. I mean...it's a Saturday in America! What else is there to do but go to Costco with all the other wacko people? GOD I HATE COSTCO ON THE WEEKEND!! What is it with the people? Do they starve all morning to load up on cut-in-half gogurts and apple strudel? Apparently so.
However I was delighted to find my hair-crack, I mean Biosilk therapy stuff that I simply now am hopelessly addicted to. AND FOR UNDER $9 BITCHES!! CAN YOU STAND IT??
But my victory dance was cut short as I took in the misery of it's packaging. Check out the massive plastic on that baby. It is insane. And I felt SO bad buying it...(actually I got 2, 1 for me 1 for big girl kid)....but: waaaa! It was such a good price!! It has horrible packaging!!! I really need it! You could get it at the grocery store for 3x the price without the plastic!!! Costco is a really good company otherwise!!!....the turmoil.

So tell me, do you avoid products if they have horribly irresponsible packaging??

Wednesday

So the news on the broken van is that we're gonna fix it ($900, sob!) and get it home--remember, it is 100 miles away---and deal with it then.
Dealing with it really means working of replacing it, but I just didn't want to rush head-long in to a new car when I have no idea on earth what i really want. A new car purchase will be huge for our family and I want to be smart about it.

In other news, remember how I lost my job last spring? How pissed off I was at how the school treated me? How I said "Never again!" and vowed not to return there? Well, guess who'd offered me 4x the amount of work? Yes indeedie.
So I caved in and said yes. Now instead of 8 lessons for the year, I've been asked to teach 8 lessons between now and x-mas....whoa! That's a lot of art. I still have yet to sign a contract (mental note: get a contract!) and I am very wary...
Still. It's a lot of $$ and nothing to sneeze at.

Friday I'll start Frog and Toad Deux at another school. Hoping that I'll just pull it outa my back pocket and everything will cruise along without a hitch.
Yeah!