What's your favorite Disney movie?

I was asked that question yesterday. My imediate response was "The Jungle Book". I love the music. It's so positive, fun, and danceable. It's not swooshy. I hate swooshy movie music. The song I was thinking of in particular was " I want to be human too". The asker was thinking "The Bear Neccesities". Hmm…Two damn good songs.

Fastforward to this morning.

I ran away to the bathroom to get away from bats and ogres that lurk in my home. yes. I'm bitchy too, but I could minimize the probability of an episode if I hide. Stress was bubbling up in my stomach and my teeth were getting achy from clenching them. Then in pops :

Look for the Bear neccesities
the simple bear neccesities
don't worry about your problems
or your strife

I started singing outloud in the bathtub. I'm a bather not a showerer. ahhh. It's such a bouncy happy go lucky song. The stress was brought down to a simmer, and after a few moments was gone. It's the silly things in life that keep me going.

Now I'm going to go tackle that whole "needing a home" thing.

George and Mr. Toad

A quick note about pets…

Toads found outside DO NOT make good pets. Beetles made to live in a small aquarium together will go batty and one will end up dead.

However, it is now warm enough for the critter to go out to the woods, thus leaving the cramped aquarium empty for said toad. Or at least that's what my kids thought. The poor toad looked so miserable and scared. It was as if he was begging me to free him from my son's determined grasp and let him go back home. I couldn't refuse his plea. He was cute after all.

You know I love her but…

I've gotten hollered at for not blogging, but I haven't had the time to either read or post. This crazy thyroid med is not only making me chubby, but it's also making me extremely productive artistically speaking. It's amazing how much I've accomplished these past few weeks. Cleanliness is still far away, but so is my godliness. I'm working on my goddessness first.

Ok. First order of business.. thank you to who came to my birthday dinner or gave me a call. I had a wonderful time!

Second. It has officially been one year. I was asleep and getting my tit cut off. Now I'm a hairy, two-bumped woman again. Thank you cosmetic surgery! Mrs. Edwards has had a reccurrence. I'm a little freaked out about that. I don't know her of course, but it hits close to home if you can understand.

Issues are still the same. The most current episode of insanity happened this morning. The Judybat after repeating, "I don't need this. I don't need this." , then yelled at me "Git behind me, Satan!" Ahhh…Saturday morning at my house. Oh. Uh…it was over me not liking bleach getting on clothes. Ok. I yelled at her for it, but I was across the house and had to yell through a very important videogame, one radio, and a dishwasher. Anyway Satan attacks her through "Witch" Enarda when "Witch" Enarda tells her not to do something. Fuck.

When did I become a witch? Oh yes. this morning right after she told me.

See. Life is too interesting at the moment to really be able to concentrate and opine about things. Maybe when things are a little less crazy around here (ahem) and the Harpy of Kansas isn't screeching my direction, I'll be able to concentrate and write something deeply profound.