I don’t understand how I am supposed to walk, all slinky like, do snake arms AND undulate, all at the same time. That’s too many things for one human girl. It sounds like only three, but snake arms, in of themselves are like … SIX separate things. You don’t even want to know how many parts there are to undulating. I think our teacher is missing some bones.

Really really hard, belly dancing. But great fun. I tried not too laugh too much, because you are supposed to be all “oooo-oooo sexy-sexy at one with the earth and your feminine core.” But my feminine core had the giggles.

I told you that I was going to do some stuff in February that ought to be good for a laugh, if nothing else. One of these things is belly dancing. My cousin, Kirsten, convinced me to take a belly dancing class with her. In truth, she didn’t have to work too hard to convince me. If at all, I’ve been thinking about taking one for a while. It’s my theory that a class like belly dancing might give me a tiny smidgeon of physical coordination. And every little bit helps.

My first class is this Thursday evening. Kirsten started last week, but I had a thing, so I couldn’t go. There are belly dancing supplies that are needed for class. For example, a hip scarf. From what I understand, it’s not just the ability to move in such a way as to make the little coins jingle, but also to be able to move in certain ways and not make them jingle. This is my hip scarf, currently on it’s way to me via USPS:

We also have these little finger cymbals, called zills. Last week, Kirsten said she flung a zil across the room. I’m thinking, we should sharpen the edges, get really good, and then go on the market as belly dancing assassins!

I’ll let you know how the whole thing works out. I just wanted to show off my little hip scarf because it’s so pretty and sparkly.

I have two things I feel I must say, today.

1. I have a big crush on Barack Obama. And it’s not just because of his name. Although, President Obama has a nice ring to it. I’ve just been reading a bit about him recently.

2. I need to thank Bill O’Reily for giving me even more reasons to visit Canada. What a buffoon. I’m going to go get a trunk load of Smarties.

But, Jodi, you say, what about the deserter? Well, I’ll tell you what, I guess this is the chance for all the people with ribbon stickers on their cars to prove whether or not they really support our troops. And I mean all of our troops. Including those who have a problem with war. Oh, I know, there is a problem with my logic of supporting the man. That’s not the way the military works. But, really, I can’t blame him. I can’t.

The important thing is, Bill O’Reily is a dumb ass.